<?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-8647131680855059426</id><updated>2012-02-10T02:51:21.658-04:00</updated><category term='Forever lyrics'/><category term='Forgive me boys'/><category term='Jesse Mccartney'/><category term='Relieve my stress day'/><category term='What bothers me the most'/><category term='Exams'/><category term='Damsel in distress'/><category term='November 24th'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Snogging limit'/><category term='At the Bus stop'/><category term='Learning to swin'/><category term='Chicken'/><category term='Forever Music Video'/><category term='Hurt Heart'/><category term='Halo'/><category term='Another day at College'/><category term='Forever'/><category term='Puppy'/><category term='Ruby'/><category term='Dream world'/><category term='Open your eyes'/><category term='Bus stop'/><category term='This world'/><category term='Together'/><category term='Teddy bear'/><category term='Jourvet at Carnival Opening'/><category term='Leavin'/><category term='Sometimes he wishes'/><category term='Math Exam'/><category term='Chris Brown'/><category term='The simple things'/><title type='text'>Pinkfourteen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8252843284544402683</id><published>2009-01-17T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:18:38.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Black.....(part 1)</title><content type='html'>As I walked home today, I felt like a man walking towards death. An end which remained unknown until this hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk was slow and contemplative, dressed with a pair of arms crossed at the back. The face was blank, except for a little smile at the thought of change. When that thought disappeared into the past, a frown and biting lips, resumed their rightful positions on that face, quickly replacing that smile.Why should I be scared? After all, it was my choice, to give or not to give..him my digits. I just don't care about anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound was quiet, for there was no need to talk as I was alone, for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When spoken, words were sharp, precise, monotonous, and without colour. I spoke only when an answer was really needed.The colour on my nails and eyelid, is exactly who I am now; black. Black, without colour. Dark, without light. A flower without petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in the yard, staring out at only God knows what, maybe the horizon. Maybe I was looking at the trees ahead of me. I wasn't sure. It was dark and I cried only from one eye before entering the house. As I entered the house, chores were patiently waiting on me to arrive. I did them slowly. I ate nothing, I drank nothing, because I wasn't hungry, tho my body was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows exactly what happened today. I don't think I can, or want to tell anyone. The girl I was probably would've talked about it, but like my 18th birthday, she is gone, and she's not coming back.My name is Spirit and I'm black, without colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.................(to be continued)........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-8252843284544402683?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8252843284544402683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8252843284544402683&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8252843284544402683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8252843284544402683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2009/01/becoming-blackpart-1.html' title='Becoming Black.....(part 1)'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-5243293738085516407</id><published>2009-01-14T18:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:51:56.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heyyo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt;.....wonder how school is going.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up only to hear banging on my door;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up late from an almost 10 hour sleep;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up tired from an almost 10 hour sleep;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walked to school (from the gap) with a banana in my hand;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate that same banana for breakfast when I got to school;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bought and ate a chicken drumstick for $3 before my first class;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got mad when I saw something that I cannot mention here;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sang in the bathroom while washing my face-at school;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lived through a very painful 75 minutes of my life-in Chemistry;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lived through another painful, head spinning, 60 minutes of my life-in MATHS!!!;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got fed up or writing math problems because of my spinning head;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did not have the mental capacity to deal with a Debating Society meeting so I skipped it, like a...ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kno&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;realized that I was extremely stressed during lunch;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was annoyed at lunch by someone;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shouted "I fed up ah school!!! during lunch;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate a sandwich for lunch;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slept through Bio class, whole two periods. Well I tried to sleep only because I was stressed and my head was spinning and I was trying to prevent something that actually started to happen in class;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got a ride to town. That was funny and a bit scary;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;realized that I was sticking with a lot of things. For instance my ID card and learning to drive!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decided that I would no longer be a part of a certain group again;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went into Elegance with Foxy and looked at bras for like 1/2 an hour. That was funny :D;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went walking around town looking for a few Mr. Potentials. We found 3 or so. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sssssssss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;woi&lt;/span&gt;!;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;didn't feel like talking in the afternoon;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got insulted once again by "The one";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;realized that as much as I dislike a certain individual, I won't mind talking to him right now, tho' it's going to end in an argument;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate a banana and drank a glass of sorrel juice for dinner; and&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;just got another insult 2 seconds ago about my weight and some "diet" I'm on.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a nice day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess we'll see each other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; then? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Byeeee&lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fayt&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-5243293738085516407?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5243293738085516407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=5243293738085516407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5243293738085516407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5243293738085516407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-i.html' title='Today I.......'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-75453474538554494</id><published>2008-12-24T22:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:00:35.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is...(continued)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283556186235729218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVL2W59l9UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9XR3lgqla1Y/s200/AHVV20RCAJ5BZTFCADE7SD4CA1200NACARSALUXCAEYOBTWCAUDGYHHCAPU3OJKCAW0AU2JCA4NNRDQCAESXYR0CAHVGBWUCAK9OLY4CANKVEO5CAW9XUP4CAL8F2IUCA6W9WNOCABAQCCCCABF9JI1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello folks....I guess it's time to continue with my list. I have five more items to add to this list but unfortunately I can only reveal two of them. The other three are either too personal or just don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVLwC-e-xTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NUmLO09LKu0/s1600-h/AJ89DBBCAUFZTO7CAD73XGVCARQDF4QCACY2BP9CAGVMPL3CADM2QNWCAR40X66CAMISIOFCAP7B9NICAI4HV9BCA6590EQCAQFWSDFCA84V8AYCACWA9FMCAZECRKXCAFCFOKTCAP587XNCA7S01SB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283549246782358834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVLwC-e-xTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NUmLO09LKu0/s200/AJ89DBBCAUFZTO7CAD73XGVCARQDF4QCACY2BP9CAGVMPL3CADM2QNWCAR40X66CAMISIOFCAP7B9NICAI4HV9BCA6590EQCAQFWSDFCA84V8AYCACWA9FMCAZECRKXCAFCFOKTCAP587XNCA7S01SB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now seriously....I am broke like a _______ (You fill in the blank), and I need credit to call certain people tmr. Yea I want to call you and tell you personally, how much I lurve you.......nah! If you send me credit, I'd send your own personalised text message. *wink* LOL!!! Seriously tho', I have money on meh phone ana, it's just that, as the saying goes, the more the merrier for me. xD Now that doesn't mean that you should expect a text message from me tho. Tink yuh spechal?? *giggles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVLwC88NPaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/T3FOmQqprMU/s1600-h/AYAS42CCA5JMNJACAE27K51CA51NYLUCAKGP4ZACA8UO3PFCAT3XJIXCAEJST4WCASBD6PICAZS1VIBCADKU4CGCAKYADM7CA0V4XYLCAJJWEBBCAT8BGC8CAOW77Y3CA6JOIIACA1BHDB9CAPQNIVA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283549246368071074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVLwC88NPaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/T3FOmQqprMU/s200/AYAS42CCA5JMNJACAE27K51CA51NYLUCAKGP4ZACA8UO3PFCAT3XJIXCAEJST4WCASBD6PICAZS1VIBCADKU4CGCAKYADM7CA0V4XYLCAJJWEBBCAT8BGC8CAOW77Y3CA6JOIIACA1BHDB9CAPQNIVA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the last thing on my list that I am willing to reveal.....I want his heart for Christmas. That would be nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd like to take this opportunity to wish each and everyone a happy Christmas day, and season. I really hope that you all get what you want and that Santa Claus isn't the bastard I know he is. Santa doesn't ever treat me good. If I ever got what I asked for, I wouldn't have a list!!! All he does is sits on his fat white ___ and eats cookies, and , and , does whatever else Santas do......I probably on his naughty list....I'm an angel....How dare him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283556793055018738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVL26OilfvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MqDnOeSyYJg/s200/AONMMOZCAHC2RKKCA46FFWWCA8W72M3CANEKUGACAL3WAJ2CAPTQBXFCAEA4I4DCABNO94NCAP3KZI3CASOWJFYCAIX0O32CAIG85PCCAQV911DCAG7NJ01CAAUHYPYCA9AFCKCCADESD1DCA13U5A8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nehuz, Merry Christmas once again, and if you're going to get intoxicated make sure you're not driving. (A message from a wise blogger:))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I seriously CANNOT believe it's Christmas eve!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good night everyone. Don't wait up looking for Santa to come into your house. Beware, memba nobody kno hu d rapa man be still ana. Could be he!! LOL!! *blowing a milli kisses*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~fayt~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/8647131680855059426-75453474538554494?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/75453474538554494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=75453474538554494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/75453474538554494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/75453474538554494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-iscontinued.html' title='All I want for Christmas is...(continued)'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVL2W59l9UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/9XR3lgqla1Y/s72-c/AHVV20RCAJ5BZTFCADE7SD4CA1200NACARSALUXCAEYOBTWCAUDGYHHCAPU3OJKCAW0AU2JCA4NNRDQCAESXYR0CAHVGBWUCAK9OLY4CANKVEO5CAW9XUP4CAL8F2IUCA6W9WNOCABAQCCCCABF9JI1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8034062258194111272</id><published>2008-12-22T10:56:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:14:44.202-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVDvtkxQGAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LtKner0_vFQ/s1600-h/imagesasdfadsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282985929148995586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVDvtkxQGAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LtKner0_vFQ/s200/imagesasdfadsf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T'is the season to be jolly....no? Well it's time to put on my Santa Claus hat thingy and be happy for the sake of Christmas, for it's only fair to.....someone or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVDv8GYwE6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/06-OGjYEsek/s1600-h/imagesfadfad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282986178691208098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVDv8GYwE6I/AAAAAAAAAIo/06-OGjYEsek/s200/imagesfadfad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the spirit of Christmas I have made a Christmas playlist. I hope you like it. Yea I know. Three days before Christmas and is only now I getting in the mood. Who cares? It's not too late. Took me long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It definitely isn't too late to get me what I really want for Christmas. Here's my list of the 10 things I want for Christmas and why I want them. (And if I don't get it for Christmas, it's ok if you miss this holiday. There's always New Years..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo Numero Uno on my list is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SU-uQOPU9nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/15b2WPb9Hrg/s1600-h/416DRbILu7L__SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282632481652405874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SU-uQOPU9nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/15b2WPb9Hrg/s320/416DRbILu7L__SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;---------Yea that thing right over. I haven't any music source, besides the computer and the radio, at this moment. They went missing. My MP3, my CD player, the antenna for my phone, they all went missing. It's really sad you know, because music means a lot to me and I can't understand why it's so hard for others to understand that I LOVE to listen to a lot of music, whatever mood I'm in. I love to sing as well so there you go....Oh and I'll be saving a great deal to buy it for myself....me nah ask nobody fuh buy um gih me.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://www.travelizmo.com/archives/revo-power-wheel-gas-powered-bicycle-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second on my list is :------------------------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL!! Laugh all you want!!! Least I don't have to worry about gas...I'd laugh when I see everyone lined up for hours waiting on the last draining of gas because it gone scarce again...HA! :( and you'd laugh when it rains.....I don't care. They come in handy and besides I like cruising around feeling the wind between my hair, well....whatever...It's still my hair!!! I bought it!!!.......Riding a bicycle is the closest thing to driving for me, I'm getting fed up of those chickens and video games, and we all know that I won't be learning to drive anytime soon. No worries. I want a bicycle!! But of course it's not going to look like that and omg I just realize that that one there is hideous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilovelaptop.com/web/c_image/200701/13-inch-Apple-MacBook-Cover--2D-Transparent-Hotpink-Cover-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://www.ilovelaptop.com/web/c_image/200701/13-inch-Apple-MacBook-Cover--2D-Transparent-Hotpink-Cover-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it lovely? No no no.....not your reflection in the mirror. The lappy over there on the left.....*giggles* I'm only playing. Almost everyone wants one o those right? With it being portabel boredom would be greatly reduced. Making journal entires would be a whole lot easier. (*whispers* more privacy yea?) I'd be in total control of the kind of programs I put on it as well...like Photoshop, Itunes, and the like...who doesn't want that? Another great thing is that with Mac, no not that MAC, you don't have to worry about viruses, so when I'm downloading my ton load of music I won't have any stress. Am I right? Just checking....It doesn't hurt to dream a little.....LOL!! No matter what, I'm getting one of those babies!!!^^^^^ da one up dey eh...not the one that takes up oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smashingapps.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/love-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://www.smashingapps.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/love-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Number Four on my list is love. Who doesn't want a little bit more love in their lives? If you don't then something muhcy wrong wid you. You could never get too much love. :) I'm not the only one who wants love this year. There are a lot of other people out there who are in need of a little love so I'm encouraging everyone to be a little more loving, and let this feeling last an extended period of time, not just for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVDnKtcMPfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/3HsgNvvwWJ8/s1600-h/drake-comeback-season-mixtape-cover-wwwhiphopleadcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282976534088138226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVDnKtcMPfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/3HsgNvvwWJ8/s200/drake-comeback-season-mixtape-cover-wwwhiphopleadcom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about Chris Brown, this fella here is mine!!! MINE!!!!! LOL, and he's number 5 on my wish list.....the one and only Aubrey Graham who calls himself Drake....ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...Isn't he smexci??? He sings, raps whatever you want to call it. *daydreaming*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd continue with my wish list either later or tomorrow night, whenever I find the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laters everybody :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~fayt~&lt;/span&gt;&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/8647131680855059426-8034062258194111272?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8034062258194111272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8034062258194111272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8034062258194111272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8034062258194111272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I want for Christmas is......'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SVDvtkxQGAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LtKner0_vFQ/s72-c/imagesasdfadsf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1197498931080926601</id><published>2008-12-17T09:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:20:13.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now serving "59"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/326804830_3dbaa1173c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/326804830_3dbaa1173c.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At my desk is a young man. A good looking young man. A good looking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foine&lt;/span&gt;, young man. His name is Number 59. You don't need to know anything else about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;*sighs*. I'm not to happy at this point. I mean for crying out loud I'M UNEMPLOYED!!!!!!!!!! It's boring!!! 59 is a complicated little fella and I always have to be in toes with him or else......else &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt;? I haven't figured that out as yet...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish some boys would stop trying. Honestly. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tek&lt;/span&gt; a tab and get your bun in line and wait your turn!!! It annoys me to think that they actually think that they could have an influence on what is going on between myself and 59. I could laugh all day about this but I don't have enough Village Ram to last me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My advice to you.....leave me alone.....you're annoying. Point blank period!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just kidding man....I ain't hard to get it's just that some guys just can't get me. Simple. You're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;under qualified&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;......It's like trying to get a job as a teacher with bare grade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;U's&lt;/span&gt; for your final exam. What are you going to teach if you don't even understand the work yourself? You could resit and get higher grades but when you apply for that job again, somebody done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tek&lt;/span&gt; it and gone with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; merry self. TOO BAD!!!! Life is hard and I'm sorry you had to learn it the hard way...or am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now you could tell that I'm bored to my bones, which these days I'm seeing more and more of. It's kinda scaring me a bit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to write a song, make a video and put it on this blog self, and on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, because I have nothing better to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying their Christmas vacation. Those of you who are fortunate enough to work, now that you're going to have a ton load of money don't forget I want Nintendo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, a bicycle, my own Lap top, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nano&lt;/span&gt;, and a man....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;woops&lt;/span&gt; did I say that out loud?......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People I'm only kidding about that last part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*whispering* &lt;em&gt;"Sorta!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For my next post I'm thinking of talking about what I want for Christmas:)....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and one last thing. I need three cans from three different people so decide among yourselves who's going to provide them. I need them by Friday 12:00pm. Thanks:) *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm off to............watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;fayt&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/8647131680855059426-1197498931080926601?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1197498931080926601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1197498931080926601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1197498931080926601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1197498931080926601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-serving-59.html' title='Now serving &quot;59&quot;'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-6271525717663441970</id><published>2008-12-16T11:23:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:44:49.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When i grow up I want to be a 40 year old virgin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/thevirginclub/Rings.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/thevirginclub/Rings.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt;...HELL NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No please! I don't intend to get married &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooooooo&lt;/span&gt; late down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'd like to talk about girls staying virgins until they get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do men react the way they do when a 'ONE in a million' girl says that she wants to lose her virginity on her wedding night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the only response to this statement a laugh from most guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so wrong with that? I don't see anything so gravely wrong with it. It's the person's choice isn't it? Why should some men doubt that the girl is actually going to follow through with it? Why can't they just respect a girl's choice, call it gravy and just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goodluck&lt;/span&gt; with that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you should know where I stand. Yes, I am one in a million. What most people say is very true, we do live in a real world, but does that really mean that we have to "pitch we" moral values aside? Here's an interesting conversation I had with a gentleman......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fayt&lt;/span&gt;, are you one of those girls who will not have sex with your boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yea. I ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;losin&lt;/span&gt;' it till I get married." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; *laughs* "You are not serious. This can't be true what I'm hearing here. I bet you, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' lose it before you get married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; if you say so. But it ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' happen." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Question, what would happen if you fall in love with this guy and you guys have to have sex in order to keep the relationship going, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' to tell him no, he ha put a ring on your finger first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Erm&lt;/span&gt; duh!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; "You know he going leave you right. So you going just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt; him go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fuh&lt;/span&gt; that? You fall in love for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;cryin&lt;/span&gt;' out loud!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "If he's going to leave just because of that then he's not worth my time. We just not meant to be together and then I would know that he doesn't love me for who I am. All he wants is sex and I am NOT going to get tied up in all of that nonsense. If he can't marry me then he had plans to leave me in the first place, he just ain't married man material. He just ain't ready for me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; ha ask him if he's a man." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cah&lt;/span&gt; believe this at all......you really believe any man going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Leh&lt;/span&gt; me tell you something. Sex complicates everything and that's my opinion, so I've been told by people who have experienced it. Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; experiment to find out. I do not want to become so emotionally attached to someone who might probably leave me, just because we having sex. Hell no!!! Besides, there's AIDS and all kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nastyness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;roun&lt;/span&gt;', and I could get pregnant if something goes wrong. I am NOT going to risk any of that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; "Suppose your husband has AIDS?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; "I'd still love him, what's your point?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy:&lt;/strong&gt; "I give up. You're a hopeless case. I just can't understand how you intend to do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; " I cannot understand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; principles either. Man, go read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; Bible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; hear, and leave me alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of that conversation is irrelevant to this topic. I'm trying to understand it from some guys' point of view, so comment if you may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance I'd really like to hear what everyone has to say about this......:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*out to chores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;fayt&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&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/8647131680855059426-6271525717663441970?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6271525717663441970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=6271525717663441970&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6271525717663441970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6271525717663441970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be-40-year-old.html' title='When i grow up I want to be a 40 year old virgin'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8876090829563804589</id><published>2008-12-14T00:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:36:05.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Awesome vacation</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that my vacation has ended. It seems like months since I last saw this web page. To the extremely long list of persons who missed hearing from me via this thing here, *kisses for you*, and yes I miss me too..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So exactly how did my vacation go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was terrible!!! The hotel I stayed at was a disaster!! The beds weren't made when I got there. The bathroom had no tissue in it. The TV room had no TV!!! How insane is that? Finally it was too short......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on vacation because I needed to focus a little bit more on my school work (Exams) and I knew that I wouldn't have enough time for myself during that time. Something I should have been doing since day one right? Yea w/e. Yea so shoot me for not caring about school anymore (like I ever did). I can make it. Don't worry about me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mayne&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that when you really focus on your school work, well for me that is, and you realize that you can do much better than you're doing right now, it stresses you out. Not only does the fact that I can exceed my potential stress me out, but the amount of work that needs to be done to get to that point.....I like being ignorant when it comes to these things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL GIVES ME HEADACHES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been very social for the past few months either...I found my fun at school only......no parties....no pizza outings.....it's really sad......I have been at home doing God knows what while my friends were out having fun....trust me, it can get really depressing if you don't have some Vita Malt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, my chocolate chip cookies and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tele&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new "love interest" has entered my life. My buzzer finally said "Number 59". Trust me by the end of this year, which isn't far from now, whosoever is next in line would have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;prestigious&lt;/span&gt; title....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;..... (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dats&lt;/span&gt; if I don't fly over some ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt; head). He's not the kind of guy you'd expect me to like....but then life is like that sometimes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scratches head* I have lots of stories to tell.......and as many poems to post as well...but until then I'm off to Google..........wow.....daz d time....it late boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hungry*&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fayt&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/8647131680855059426-8876090829563804589?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8876090829563804589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8876090829563804589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8876090829563804589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8876090829563804589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-awesome-vacation.html' title='My Awesome vacation'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8340764319585380173</id><published>2008-11-16T12:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:14:44.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice....</title><content type='html'>I'm officially on vacation from today.......it's so unfortunate but I won't be blogging for a little while. Don't ask or wonder why just accept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmwah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache...a real big one......Bye bye folks....See you whenever, maybe in December.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~fayt~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-8340764319585380173?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8340764319585380173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8340764319585380173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8340764319585380173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8340764319585380173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/notice.html' title='Notice....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-2824340407565167159</id><published>2008-11-13T19:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:41:35.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful days.........wonderful days follow don't they?</title><content type='html'>*sigh bigger than the world*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a horrible day and to think that I could lean on a certain someone....boy was I wrong. I chipped a little in the Biology lab, some of you were witnesses to this.....and no I don't say that very often so I had to be reaaaalllllly mad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Biology ex was nothing sweet. The period before the 'big ex' I, along with other Upper 6 Biology students freaked out. Why? Well......that ex determined whether or not we were going to be signed up to write the BIG exam next year in July.....Now do you see why I freaked out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't ready!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is going on with me but right about now I feel guilty for something nobody is supposed to know about....nope! I'm still not telling you. Not even if you rub up meh hand and give me an innocent face with some cheap talk....*wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad sometimes you know. I hate it when sweet things go sour. Like the lime juice in the fridge. I mix it good good good sometime ago ana and next thing I go to drink some and it spoil.....mek me waste up my WHITE sugar......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gone on Facebook.....geh some jokes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~fayt~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-2824340407565167159?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2824340407565167159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=2824340407565167159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/2824340407565167159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/2824340407565167159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/stressful-dayswonderful-days-follow.html' title='Stressful days.........wonderful days follow don&apos;t they?'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-3668020344006920121</id><published>2008-11-07T11:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:15:12.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me v.s. the world (part 1).....poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It's just me against this world.&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to find a place where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel inferior.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a black girl two centuries ago&lt;br /&gt;And today it continues&lt;br /&gt;Not a single penny to my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Someday this would all be over.&lt;br /&gt;I'd find a place where the sun&lt;br /&gt;thaws my ever freezing heart.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'd cry everynight,&lt;br /&gt;Dream of better, more fulfilling days.&lt;br /&gt;Pray to the Lord and thank Him for life,&lt;br /&gt;As much as it feels like it's not worth anything now.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'd try to keep my cool.&lt;br /&gt;I"d try not to let my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Both present and future, feel the chill of my now.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt even prisoners have as much problemns as I do.&lt;br /&gt;Until then I'd walk this lonely road,&lt;br /&gt;Holding the hands that made you and I.&lt;br /&gt;Until then it's just me against this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;~fayt~&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/8647131680855059426-3668020344006920121?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3668020344006920121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=3668020344006920121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3668020344006920121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3668020344006920121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-vs-world-part-1poem.html' title='Me v.s. the world (part 1).....poem'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8518855429160314051</id><published>2008-11-06T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T18:18:01.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The chemistry of love</title><content type='html'>I heard something today and I just thought that I'd share it with you......it's a quote by someone very close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"....Love is a strong word, so handle it with care. Do not use loosely or incorrectly or even in incorrect quantities as it forms the by-product, known as Lies, which has every potential to break the human heart. If not used properly in the beginning of the reaction, it affects the end product. Be very careful as it is more corrosive that HCl...."-Christal Oliver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~fayt~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-8518855429160314051?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8518855429160314051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8518855429160314051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8518855429160314051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8518855429160314051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/chemistry-of-love.html' title='The chemistry of love'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-2040177361676991403</id><published>2008-11-05T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:11:02.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem: Untitled (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dedicate tonight's thoughts to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No you're not dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not your birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No momentous day in our sad history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your alive and well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your heart still beats that sweet song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just thought I'd think about you tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How sad is the tale of two people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who never gave it a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's funny and I'm tired of regretting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish that never existed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just never turned on the light at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're not exactly what people think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that you think that i still like you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just say that some things have changed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not saying what they are....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fayt&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/em&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/8647131680855059426-2040177361676991403?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2040177361676991403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=2040177361676991403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/2040177361676991403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/2040177361676991403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/poem-untitled-2.html' title='Poem: Untitled (2)'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7182072003624269371</id><published>2008-11-04T10:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:16:25.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough mornings......how do days end when they start like this?</title><content type='html'>This morning wasn't the best of all mornings at all....I had a little trouble with a cup of tea, the usual...forgive me for losing my appetite every morning and night and wanting to eat by myself.....and I even forgot the piece of bread on the table!!!! And now I hungry I  just vex....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehuz that wasn't the bad part. While walking down my hill, which was just drying off from a good dose of rainfall, ah buss meh ass.....it happen so fast that the only thing that I could've done was whisper "******" on the slippery road......luckily no one saw me (I think!) My bag and my pants were ditry after that tho'. Wonderful eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't let it bother me. I'm not going to let anything that happens today bother me. I realized at that point that I was not about to have a good day so I'd just let it be because after all, things could be much worse than they are right now....so I shouldn't complain. I'd just let them be and dor watch no face......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something nice happened tho'. Let's just say that I was right on time! As always.....wonder what it means when someone keeps showing up at the right times....something good or something bad? I wanna know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C ya tmr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;~fayt~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-7182072003624269371?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7182072003624269371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=7182072003624269371&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7182072003624269371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7182072003624269371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/rough-morningshow-do-days-end-when-they.html' title='Rough mornings......how do days end when they start like this?'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-5922640462556641466</id><published>2008-11-03T18:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:08:47.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday Twins.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday big head Lizzy and Coco.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea that's all I signed on to say....lol......how they spent their first day as being 18yr-olds hmmmm...the world may never know how most of it went but this afternoon a certain someone brought cheesecake for theeeeemmmmmm!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was good...and I took pictures annnnnndddd I've got a video (they goin up on Facebook just now dor worry:D)....fun fun fun.....jokes tonight fuh so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is that something gave me a belly ache...won't say what it was but *wink wink* *looks at imaginary cheesecake* LMAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of your day 'twins'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin can read quite well.....I'm getting scared.....she's over me now reading everything...the only thing is that she's mixing up "Lizzy" for "Lorenzo".....ok well not anymore.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gone fast before she reads anything else and goes and talks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I getting frightn ana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later...it soooo annoying!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-5922640462556641466?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5922640462556641466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=5922640462556641466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5922640462556641466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5922640462556641466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/bday-twins.html' title='Bday Twins.....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-4825354112964166638</id><published>2008-11-03T16:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:01:00.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem: Untitled (1)</title><content type='html'>Hi hi:D......here's a little something I wrote while I was missing a certain someone.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has no name tho.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lying here all by myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking about two months ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;About a flower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Distance didn't let grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have changed since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends have become enemies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And lovers become friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unexpected is this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Much like the rain that falls outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things are just at a stand still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't say it died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because something must have been present&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To make me feel this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tho' I hide and deny it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To get me through a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I feel useless at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it worth it or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I wasting my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you thinking about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I am of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or am I alone on this one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish I knew for sure.....&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;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;fayt~&lt;/em&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/8647131680855059426-4825354112964166638?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4825354112964166638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=4825354112964166638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4825354112964166638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4825354112964166638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/poem-untitled-1.html' title='Poem: Untitled (1)'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-4904877851045700113</id><published>2008-11-01T23:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:56:11.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!!!</title><content type='html'>What are you doing?: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Typing (duh!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;sigh-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Good night. Before I start talking about my random insignificant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurrences&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to say all the best to Barack Obama, screw the other guy, and I hope he wins the elections on Tuesday. He is already in the lead at this time but it's too early to call it victory. I do believe that he is capable of bringing about change in America and I hope that if he gets a chance to do so that that change would have a domino effect through out the world. Good luck Obama!!! Yes we can!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can I. (:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been yet another challenge for me. Everyday is a challenge. You really think it's easy to walk the streets these days especially when perverts on the loose? They not even pretty looking, no offence. Boy life real hard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt;! Just two days ago some random guy (he kinda cute tho') with his name tattooed onto his wrist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;approached&lt;/span&gt; me and started talking to me. I told him my name was Kim....if you really know me you'd know that I didn't lie. Those three letters are in my name, just not the most popular one. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; for a guy to talk to me but when he, a total stranger, says that the "next time I see you I'd give you a hug and a kiss", it's time to run and hide. I don't think I mentioned the fact that it was the FIRST time that I was talking to this random cute guy. Yea I'm that pretty *winks and flicks back 'hair'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I felt terrible and this mood didn't fade until sometime late this afternoon. I'd tell you why it went away. I felt bad because of my friends' reactions to something that happened. It's not like I did something bad. Not like I'm going to do something outrageous anyways, it's just that I want....something....when I find out I'd tell you.....and another thing that got to me was the fact that some of my friends don't believe or want to believe my reasons for certain choices because "this situation" makes it difficult to convince them of values that existed long before now. It hurts you know. That's why I bottle things up so much I guess; out of fear that other people won't understand or won't believe me. Nothing is going to happen! Just trust me on that one will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nehuz&lt;/span&gt; last week Thursday my friends went out to lunch to celebrate a momentous occasion (anniversary...cute eh?) By the time I got to the place I felt uncomfortable in more ways that one. Sorry. I knew that if I stayed that I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;. It was one of those moments where you feel like it doesn't really matter whether you're there or not. I felt like shit. Just throw some breeze on that and wash it away. In the end, I left, took my merry-self to Frostbites and ate an ice-cream all by myself. Two scoops of strawberry cheesecake! I was happy, in a state of contemplation and at peace, at least I could afford that. The bank's cook-up spiced up my evening tho'. That was some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;reeeeeaaaalll&lt;/span&gt; good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was an interesting day indeed. I went to Youth Group and on my way back I decided to stay at Highway Trading to see how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bbq&lt;/span&gt; was going. They played really good music. After that I used my last dollar to get me to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; party. That was really good. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shaking&lt;/span&gt; my "ants batty" a lot. Yes that's what a man told me. He called my................oh no and don't even think of calling me that on Monday! Although it would be funny. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ey&lt;/span&gt;! He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; say my *** small? How dare him?! I'm so not offended!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that some people love to play. I've got news for you, you freakish little motivator, I can play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tooooooo&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least I'd like to say happy birthday to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt; big brother. He's......*thinking: 18+9=* 27!!!! Much love bro and large up. Do I still need to learn dialect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses for everybody.......except you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night. Don't forget to live your life and don't forget to add me to your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; list. Guess who two people are living their last moments at age 17? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;....I need to stop laughing, seriously...NOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Fayt&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-4904877851045700113?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4904877851045700113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=4904877851045700113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4904877851045700113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4904877851045700113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/11/boo.html' title='Boo!!!'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-4649188267169099751</id><published>2008-10-30T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:57:09.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*sighs*</title><content type='html'>(8)I will survive. I'm so bored. I'm so bored. I'm so bored. I'm so bored yeai(8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this video a lot. Sometime soon I goin learn this dance and show you how talented I am. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/l-2XVSU6_S/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/l-2XVSU6_S/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="353" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/beyonce/video/D7ZvJ_wx/beyonce_single_ladies_music_video/"&gt;Single Ladies - Beyonce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew what I went through today, a certain friend would kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand at least I won't have anymore stress. Here's another video that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="311" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/LFtFRLBzBy/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/LFtFRLBzBy/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="311" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/lenka/video/FQ3dogA6/lenka_the_show_music_video/"&gt;The Show - Lenka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye folks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Fayt*&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/8647131680855059426-4649188267169099751?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4649188267169099751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=4649188267169099751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4649188267169099751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4649188267169099751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/sighs.html' title='*sighs*'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-5995390551130129584</id><published>2008-10-29T20:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:41:40.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhh boi!!</title><content type='html'>I'm at home right now. I can't even remember where I left off on my last post buh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'd like to wish all Vincentians a happy belated Independence, yes I was too busy stressing out myself to post anything. (Not like I had a computer for the entire weekend anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh boi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem. I have a serious problem. You see I have a little bit of feelings for this guy right and there is nothing wrong with feeling this way. The problem is that I want to act on it soooooo badly but I can't because of the type of person he is and because of the possible consequences. So what do I do? He even asked me for my number and I told him maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain friend would KILL me if I ever gave in. My other friends say that I shouldn't as well buh I dor think that they would actually kill me. He is cute you know. Nehuz enough about that because I am not going to give in (I HOPE!). Sometimes the person you think you are and others think you are is just the foundation to your daily make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! It has been that long since I made a post? Mudda wuk. Times ruffff these days. I only getting poorer and I don't even know what I want to do when I grow up. That can be a bit frustrating as well. It's either I go to UWI and get a double major in Bio and Chem and come back and find something to do, or I sing my ass off and make some money, or I bake and give people diabetes (make the doctors and pharmacists rich), oooooor something. Those are my primary interests, but hey you never know I just might become a writer, write my own books for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bored and for the first time in a very long while I really don't have anything else to say (that's awkward) the only thing is on my mind right now is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everybody....this is so wrong it's not funny buh he so cute....sorry:( and don't worry bout me. Experiences is life's greatest teacher (for the ones that don't hear i.e lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*~*Fayt*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-5995390551130129584?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5995390551130129584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=5995390551130129584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5995390551130129584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5995390551130129584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/ahhhhhh-boi.html' title='Ahhhhhh boi!!'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-978151811179180704</id><published>2008-10-21T11:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:59:25.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having a wonderful day so far...................*smiles*</title><content type='html'>At this moment I'm freaking out about a possible Math ex that I'm, once again not ready for. Don't blame me ok? I have issues.....I'm in the MMC (Multimedia Centre) and as soon as I'm done letting out what's on the top of my head I'd go and study. Only because you love me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a very interesting day. You would not believe what I did. As soon as I got to school I headed back home because I forgot some things that were important. In addition to that I needed to iron something that was very important, I had a rough morning don't ask. When I got home, as I was about to go downstairs to iron, the electricity went. Poor me right? Wrong! A word of advice to you all; when electricity goes and you just have to iron your clothes get the frying pan and use the stove. (LOL! it rhymed..) I had to think like my granny eh. Now what would my granny do?.....LOL.....I have to admit, my final solution did not come without a series of trial and errors. (From 'let's heat the iron with the kettle', to 'let's use two kettles instead' to 'how about a frying pan?')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehuz.............Before returning to school, from home, I met a relatively aged man who spoke to me about the "Education revolution" and National scholarships. He maade very valuable points one of which was that we need to start at the base of anything to get proper results. "A ladder cannot stand or you can't go up a ladder without the foot of the ladder sturdy." Another good point he made was that at this time the Education Revolution does not make much sense and it doesn't help us right about now in any way. He also made mention of Jason, Top scholar, and said that it shouldn't be. Sciences are the more difficult subjects of all and it takes a real brain to excel in the Sciences and "look at how many people getting scholarships to go away and study science." Although it sounds a bit biased, to even things out he suggested that there be a criteria for Science students to receive scholarships and not just the top 30 or so because the country is in need of science related persons especially teachers, I mean look at us @ College. The Ministry of education struggled so hard to get us a Chemistry lecturer. Look at how much time &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; wasted! I agree with him 100%. I think there should be a criteria, for every faculty and once you have met or exceeded that criteria you would receive a scholarship......buh is how they smart. When pickney neighga dor geh scholarship yuh really think they goin cum back ah SVG?? Wonder if they ever heard of the term 'Brain Drain'. He said before I caught a van: "Well I hope you get a scholarship, and all the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so too.....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that encounter I continued my journey back to school only to head to town just 5 minutes later.A certain someone was flirting with me since early up in the morning eh. He's a bit good looking but his occupation and age.....NO WAY!! If only they had him in my age. I know where I can get one of those in my age.....*giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**my hair in one. It has been such a long time. Not a proper one tho'.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the afternoon was the most interesting part of that day, but it wasn't the best, oh I'll get to that in a sec. While standing in front of that place where they keep the blind, right before L. A Lewis building, opposite Frost Bite, in town (enuff explanation), with my friends one of us was confronted. It ended in a slap. That's all I'm going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so later that niiiiiiiiiiight, last night. I made a caa-aaaallll tooo somebooooooooooooooooody.......(la la la la la). It brightened my night, my day, I should do that more often.....*big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh would you look at the time. I have to eat. I"d do some maths later. I like to see when people from different countries visit mt blog. It's cool. I've had visitors from SVG (I know right why even say it), Bds, Canada, USA, Japan, Indonesia, T&amp;amp;T, Pakistan, Turkey, the UK, Mexico, The Netherlands, Antigua and Barbuda, Switzerland, Portugal and Virgin Islands, within the last month......*sigh* I'm idle when I ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right school is in..math math math.........BYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;*~Fayt~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-978151811179180704?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/978151811179180704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=978151811179180704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/978151811179180704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/978151811179180704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-having-wonderful-day-so-farsmiles.html' title='I&apos;m having a wonderful day so far...................*smiles*'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-4132511392075516766</id><published>2008-10-18T00:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:02:29.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look a cock-ah-Roach!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hello my dear readers. I'd be back in 60 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(60 seconds later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So....great now I forgot what I was about to say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the BDA, Best Day Awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after much blah blah and a stunning performance by Chris Brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the award for the Best Day of the Week goes to.........(drum roll) Friday!!!!!!!!!...which was yesterday.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Fayt fell asleep on her Chemistry text book again only to open her eyes the next morning and see a Periodic Table staring at her, reminding her that she was nowhere near ready for the Chemistry ex that was just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to school late, although I got a ride from a Minister of the present Government. He has a really good job, living in his constituency. I mean he waves to everyone. Down to a tree he showing a fist to. (not really...LOL). When I say everyone I mean EVERYONE!!! Until he reaches the main road. Me now, no, I wouldn't wave at all. I would put up the words "Hello!" on the front of my vehicle and "Goodbye!" on the back bumper. No no. It didn't stop at the waves honey. Sounded like a wedding recession cuz you kno road busy on a Friday morning eh. Thank you tho', don't mind me it was just a bit unusual and funny. The life of a politian.....LOL........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I even got the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Chris encouraged me and gave me the much needed pep talk before my next class, it wasn't enough. I still didn't do as well as I could have done on that Chem ex. You have to excuse me but I'm going through a really rough patch right now. Luckily I have my baby by my side. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was to finish watching "Made of Honor" on Leona's Ipod (the sweet, sleek, black, 3rd generation one:D), but a certain someone was too busy limin it the whole afternoon. What was a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you what those boys did with the roach they found in the Bio Lab. LOL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An almost knocked out but still walking roach was neatly placed in a paper package and left on the teacher's desk in the Chem Lab. At that time the lower 6ers were to have Chemistry. Silly them gone open the paper. Is how they frontin'! Now who tell them do that........she let it go when it jump tho'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! *&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately no image, nor video, of these scared students was captured, although there was a photographer on site. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry ok? It was too funny to keep still.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later and just about ten feet away from the labs, was another interesting scene. I'd let you think about what is happening in this photo for yourself......LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SPlrWR7eV_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jz0XuZUViRo/s1600-h/S7301948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SPlrWR7eV_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jz0XuZUViRo/s320/S7301948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258352070445914098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think there's still a need for an explanation for why this random guy in on the roof of a catwalk at school.....LOL.....a phone found itself over there for some odd reason and someone needed to go for it like duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! Luckily no one knows who this brave fella is. Everyone was screaming because with every step he took the roof dented in more........he was safe man.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Bday Kimmy!!! and Happy Birthday in advance to Shernz.....the BIG 18........welcome to the young adult club.....it's not that fun tho'......meanwhile all my friends (well most of them) are at Golf!!! Having fun doing God knows what and I'm at home eating ice-cream and wondering whether my dogs will live to see tmr...........Hope they're having fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone make money..&lt;br /&gt;*waves good-bye @ apparently no one cuz EVERYBODY GONE GOLF!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hope you had fun because I want all the details on Monday morning God spare our lives......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*Fayt*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-4132511392075516766?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4132511392075516766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=4132511392075516766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4132511392075516766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4132511392075516766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-cock-ah-roach.html' title='Look a cock-ah-Roach!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SPlrWR7eV_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jz0XuZUViRo/s72-c/S7301948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-981058660928073102</id><published>2008-10-18T00:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:15:44.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream</title><content type='html'>When we fall asleep at night do you know that we are learning? Everything that happened through out the day is being replayed and stored in a certain part of our brains, that's why it's so important to sleep. Not only do we re fuel our bodies by getting some well needed rest (apart from eating)  but we dream. Nothing you didn't know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asked myself that question and as usual I have given it much thought, and I have come up with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A dream is something that gives you a hint of what is to come in the immediate future, most likely the following day. Like a puzzle that is only solved after the event has taken place. I also believe that some dreams are merely your worst fears, or something that's bothering you a lot, that you were unaware before then of how much it bothered you, until you dream it. If that dream is related to something that has happened to you in the past or something that you want to happen then you have something on your mind a lot lately..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just my opinion and of course I have stories to back up my theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last week I had a dream that involved one my friends. This is going to sound really weird but she got raped in the dream. I was running from this random guy and I told her to do something to distract him while I tried to call for help. Apparently I thought that she was able to do something of that nature. After I told her  of the very odd dream I had with her something strange happened. I don't know if this is just a weird coincidence or what, and NO, no one was raped in real life. We were in the MMC (Multimedia......) at school when I was checking my e-mail. As she sat next to me, we read a couple funny ones until we stumbled upon one that was about rape. The email relayed a  very sad rape story and she cried. Do you see the link? If not then press F5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so that's it. Have fun dreaming your sleep away. This reminds me of the time I died in two of my friends' dreams. That was a killer. Was I scared after they told me that? Of course I was! If you would like to read that post then here's &lt;a href="http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-world.html"&gt;the link&lt;/a&gt;. Just click &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-world.html"&gt;the link&lt;/a&gt;......lol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gone to my bead..sorry, I meant bed.. I gone to my bed....would you look at the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*Fayt*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-981058660928073102?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/981058660928073102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=981058660928073102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/981058660928073102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/981058660928073102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream.html' title='A Dream'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7764869340507571558</id><published>2008-10-17T23:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:29:15.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbados has another star!!!!</title><content type='html'>Did you miss me folks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no response)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you even notice that I was missing since the day after my birthday?? *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Serious talk now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbados, yes that little island to our (*saying to self*:north, south, east, west), our east, has produced yet another star. *Good for them* Her name is Shontelle and below are a few photos of her. I found out about her while I was listening to a milli-yon and one songs on my friend's Ipod (The newest one!!!! And it's hot pink!!! Would go great with my camera!). I was playing around with the shuffle feature, shaking the stupid thing like crazy and this random chic started to sing about a t-shirt. Honestly, she has a nice voice but the song sounds a lot like "With you" by my darling, Chris Brown. Look she dung dey! *points finger downwards*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SPlUEH5lBQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_MnSTR-VxPM/s1600-h/shontelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258326469748524290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SPlUEH5lBQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_MnSTR-VxPM/s320/shontelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.rapnews.net/ArtistPics/Shontelle/fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thebarbadosexperience.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/shontelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thebarbadosexperience.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/shontelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it me or is there some sort of resemblance between her and Rihanna. They ha d same forehead tho'. Let's all hope she dor teef we man, that this 23 year old woman wears clothes, and dor bleach her beautiful black skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About that. Her first picture look white bai, well compared to her second. The third is just wikid! You see those shoes?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note. I need to start working on my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat and prepares to sing "I believe I can fly"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*singing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...my ears....what on earth was that??? For some strange reason, I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I have a remedy for that. I have a remedy for everything. Here's her music Video. Look out Rihanna cuz Shontelle Layne (yes as in Layne's store in town), is in house, and she wears more clothes than you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's "T-shirt" by Shontelle.....very pretty song. Yes I think I forgot to say that......lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8KFopjaV8QM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8KFopjaV8QM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love any Caribbean beauty.....this is just me being bored and disappointed with the new Rihanna........tho' she's more popular now.....Nehuz.....Rock on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*Fayt*~* (eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-7764869340507571558?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7764869340507571558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=7764869340507571558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7764869340507571558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7764869340507571558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/barbados-has-another-star.html' title='Barbados has another star!!!!'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SPlUEH5lBQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_MnSTR-VxPM/s72-c/shontelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-3101566013416551655</id><published>2008-10-09T09:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:49:08.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I spent my birthday....</title><content type='html'>24hrs of having the world of slaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24hrs of getting away with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24hrs of endless possiblities....here's how I spent my first 24hrs of being legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came off the internet the minute the clock struck 12. It was only three minutes earlier that I had received my closest bday wish to midnight. Thanks again. I was awake and bored and I got tired of wondering what the rest of the day would be like, so I decided to take pictures of myself and no, I'm NOT a vain person. After clearing my mind of all the things that were bothering me, I feel asleep with a smile on my face, an image of a rainbow in my mind and a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six hours later I was awaken, wished happy birthday, hugged and given the bday speech. Leuresa was happier than I was. My poor stomach hurt with the pain from her hug/squeeze. My present was a phone with a radio. I iced my triple layer chocolate cake (dark and white, with white chocolate butter frosting)...I apologize to those of you who didn't get a taste. After that, I began to dissect it and I got a little disappointed at the fact that it didn't turn out the way I had planned...like anything ever does....Ok so shoot me for being a perfectionist sometimes.....I didn't care tho'. Cake taste gooooooodddd!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I had to hurry this morning so I didn't even get to comb my hair! The punk hairstyle didn't even last a wind. So much for Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking in from 'the gap' I realized that I forgot my new phone at home. Oops. Nehuz.............Throughout the day I received the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; a million bday wishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;just as many hugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a few stares (those not unusual)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;three kisses on the cheek&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an icing insult (somebody say they dor like the the icing on my cake. The cake that I baked....for my birthday! you could've at least lied. I wouldn't care if you lied. I would understand.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was called an 'ole' ass' three times...(LOL)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good bit of Facebook bday wishes.....that's how I found out that certain people still alive...I felt so special......I miss them BAD ana!!!!!! *tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a delicious desert, although a certain someone ate the last bit of it, after I took my merry sweet time to walk all the way over to the tuck shop to ask the lady kindly to put it in the refrigerator for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;money *rubs hands*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my eyes done by Leona :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Some boys tried to take the opportunity to get all up in my space......I'm too smart for you....ha ha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted for my bday was chicken and chips. You know those commercial seasoned fries (the orange ones)? I love those. And I could not find them anywhere!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that night I went out to dinner...no nah with no dude....tho that would've been nice (but then I would've had to stop walking on Vincy soil)...with Aunty and Leuresa. The meal @ Xcape was good. (singing: "yummy yummy yummy up in my tummy")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home, who had time for homework?? Straight to my bed. I was so tired from all that partying (not really) that I fell asleep before getting dressed.....LOL.....(the mosquitoes had an excellent dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you have asked me about my bday, and how it went. My answer to that: "It was good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot everybody. *hugs n kishes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to know that you guys care......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do some work and paint my nails....so watch out tmr for those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine this dude told me that I was boring, because I said that I wasn't doing anything special for my big day?....I'm not boring!! I'm just not up for it right about now...Little does he know about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stalkers....LOL.....feels weird being watched and listened to constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for tonight...Ciao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Happy Birthday Jannick!!!!!!!!!! (Yea he's a day younger than I am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission completed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*Fayt*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-3101566013416551655?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3101566013416551655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=3101566013416551655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3101566013416551655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3101566013416551655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-i-spent-my-birthday.html' title='How I spent my birthday....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-2700676817183213646</id><published>2008-10-06T19:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:40:08.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in a very good mood</title><content type='html'>Hmmm....Social networks don't we all love them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I realize.............nvm......you know what my problem is, now you come to think of it....I care too much about how other people feel to confront them about things that I don't like......The world is a very sad place indeed.....some friends they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh.....cuz it's your turn.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my status for this hour.(not in very good mood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*Fayt*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-2700676817183213646?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2700676817183213646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=2700676817183213646&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/2700676817183213646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/2700676817183213646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-in-very-good-mood.html' title='Not in a very good mood'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7272136831890669361</id><published>2008-10-06T09:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:45:50.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't quit!</title><content type='html'>Someone commented om my most recent post. I didn't post the comment because I was asked to "put it up". The funny thing tho' is that no one knows who wrote it originally. Many thanks to those two anonymous individuals.......he/she who wrote it and he/she who decided to let it known to everyone else. *smiles* So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,&lt;br /&gt;When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,&lt;br /&gt;When the funds are low and the debts are high,&lt;br /&gt;And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,&lt;br /&gt;When care is pressing you down a bit-&lt;br /&gt;Rest if you must, but don't you quit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Life is queer with its twists and turns,&lt;br /&gt;As every one of us sometimes learns,&lt;br /&gt;And many a fellow turns about&lt;br /&gt;When he might have won had he stuck it out.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up though the pace seems slow -&lt;br /&gt;You may succeed with another blow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Often the goal is nearer than&lt;br /&gt;It seems to a faint and faltering man;&lt;br /&gt;Often the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;struggler&lt;/span&gt; has given up&lt;br /&gt;When he might have captured the victor's cup;&lt;br /&gt;And he learned too late when the night came down,&lt;br /&gt;How close he was to the golden crown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Success is failure turned inside out -&lt;br /&gt;The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And you never can tell how close you are,&lt;br /&gt;It might be near when it seems afar;&lt;br /&gt;So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -&lt;br /&gt;It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nehuz&lt;/span&gt;. Sunday was a nice day for me. Knowing that you guys have my back and care means a lot to moi, so thanks again. I sang in church yesterday. *big grin* Ah bin nervous. It went well....this lade even asked me to join the youth Chorale so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; me.....*another big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have work to do....I know now what I'm going to do for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt;.......bake!!!(and come school) And don't worry you'd get a slice...This month is too busy to do anything. If everyone was to do something for their birthday we would all be going out every Friday and Saturday night and that can't work...so I suggest we plan a big event for Christmas for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; birthday......something really huge.....really really huge.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt; I hear people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;geh&lt;/span&gt; drunk at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the party&lt;/span&gt; last Saturday night....and other people were busy cleaning the beach on Saturday morning...and where was I? At home baking and sleeping......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gone do some work.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt; (put a smile on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fayt&lt;/span&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/8647131680855059426-7272136831890669361?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7272136831890669361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=7272136831890669361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7272136831890669361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7272136831890669361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-quit.html' title='Don&apos;t quit!'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1654621539712502889</id><published>2008-10-04T21:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:44:51.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in need of a hug.........</title><content type='html'>Warning: This post is a rather depressing one, I hate Saturdays....as a matter of fact I hate weekends, so if you like happier things then I am suggesting that you read something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been about an hour since I last cried. For others it's probably years, months, weeks or a few good days, but not for me. At least not for today. (the scent of this setting lotion is getting to me). Nehuz.....I sat there for about 10 minutes thinking. (Obviously, because I was neither dead nor sleeping.....lol....). I thought about school, the future, respect, my birthday, and so on, as this oh so wonderful cream was applied to my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few minutes the beautiful hair that God has blessed me with was gone thanks to these lethal weapons, and as my hair transformed into something undesirable, it felt as tho' the cream was penetrating my skull. I looked at it in the mirror and I thought "Oh God....this is the last....mark my words...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehuz, life goes on. I baked a cake. Besides the fact that it reminds me of box-cake, it came out pretty good. I don't really like it though, only because it tastes like box-cake. Want a slice?  *waits for an answer* Thought so......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing in life to search for, in my opinion, is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for me. It would help a great deal if I only knew who 'me' is. 'Me' is a girl who doesn't know what she wants in life. That girl doesn't know what road to chose. That girl has given up on things that once seemed so important to her and at the same time she wants to prove that she is capable of being successful academically. But so many things have gone wrong that at this time she fells differently towards almost everything. That girl is tired of living the life that is being planned out by inhumane beings. That girl wants to walk on her own with motivation, guidance and God by her side, instead of being pushed, shoved, forced towards a dream that isn't her own. She feels like a big doll who is able to walk and talk like humans do, but as we all know dolls have no brains and are so incapable of thinking for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that that's enough for tonight. Tuesdays were once my gloomy days, but the more dominant Saturdays have conquered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm depressed and I'm not ashamed to say that. It happens to us at one point. I'll get over it. Just give me, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;, two more days and I'll be happy again. It takes me four days to get over this phase, strange enough. Good. That means that I'd enjoy that glorious day. I want to and so I shall, even if it means hiding my treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I'm not even excited. Nothing big. I don't even feel like doing anything at all. Woopey I'm going to be 18. Yay!!!! *shakes head* Nothing significant. Nothing is going to change......let's wait and see............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall pray tonight for the well being of myself and others and I encourage you to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In need of a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao...c ya whenever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*Fayt*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-1654621539712502889?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1654621539712502889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1654621539712502889&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1654621539712502889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1654621539712502889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-in-need-of-hug.html' title='I&apos;m in need of a hug.........'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-3281064233119028228</id><published>2008-10-02T22:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:56:37.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mr. M!!!</title><content type='html'>On this very day, not sure what time tho, two young men were born(that I know), one of which I don't communicate with often, or at all, the other.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today an extra special friend of his *wink wink* successfully pulled off a surprise B-day&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'party'. &lt;/span&gt;Yes we had KFC for lunch....first time in a veeeeery long time for people like me eh, so that was niceness in my belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehuz Happy Birthday again Mr. M and I hope you live to see many more. Don't think that just because you're 6 days older than I am,  that means I won't still throw a couple words at you ana.....Much love there still *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so more importantly what to do for my birthday? It's just a mere 6 days away and all i have in mind is baking......sad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so shoot your ideas, I'd much appreciate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;with ideas comes money so don't forget that too......cuz I poor like that eh.....LOL.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao my frenzies...I'll see you tmr at school....God's willing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Miss Maria......I kept my hands to myself....and so did Coco...thank you very much *giggles* Is so we loooooove to make trouble xD (btw if this song is really weird and your saying "WTH?" in your head don't blame me. My PC was once a cave PC....somethings still need improving, like to ability to hear sound so I don't know what you are listening to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zSoXkFdjTY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zSoXkFdjTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/r3nz0rk/music/VmFXfjWO/childrens_favorites_happy_birthday_song/"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONG - CHILDRENS FAVORITES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*Fayt*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-3281064233119028228?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3281064233119028228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=3281064233119028228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3281064233119028228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3281064233119028228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-mr-m.html' title='Happy Birthday Mr. M!!!'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-6597789901231924577</id><published>2008-10-01T10:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:04:24.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video: 'So what'- Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/qD8jrUcjiA/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/qD8jrUcjiA/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/nC8anuw/video/yHUmUt5z/pink_so_what_music_video/"&gt;So What - Pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!! October is here people......and my b-day is just around the corner.....Yes, that means you all have just 7 days to prepare for my b-day.....I want a car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! thanks *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mmmmwah&lt;/span&gt;* kisses for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note although I'm going to turn the big 18, I'm not really looking forward to it.......*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fayt&lt;/span&gt;*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-6597789901231924577?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6597789901231924577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=6597789901231924577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6597789901231924577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6597789901231924577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/10/video-so-what-pink.html' title='Video: &apos;So what&apos;- Pink'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-4772971130862840558</id><published>2008-09-30T19:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:00:53.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stand up to cancer!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="269"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/mnJ75kACG7/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/mnJ75kACG7/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="269"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/chansu/video/v4cGFDfG/various_artists_just_stand_up_music_video/"&gt;Just Stand Up! - Various Artists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there, the video which you just saw (well at least I hope you looked at it)is my topic for today. Yes very exciting indeed, so get me some snacks and let's watch it together. The song entitled, 'Just Stand up', features fifteen of today's top artists namely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt; Carey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;, Leona Lewis, Natasha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;, Carrie Underwood, Melissa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Etheridge&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keyshia&lt;/span&gt; Cole, Leann Rimes, *takes a deep breathe in*, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt;, Sheryl Crow, Mary-J &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Blige&lt;/span&gt;, Ashanti and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ciara&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is about cancer, but fortunately anyone can relate to it even if they don't have cancer. The lyrics are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just Stand Up Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart is stronger&lt;br /&gt;Than you think&lt;br /&gt;It's like it can go&lt;br /&gt;Through anything&lt;br /&gt;And even when you think&lt;br /&gt;It can't it finds a way&lt;br /&gt;To still push on&lt;br /&gt;Though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You want to run away&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got the patience&lt;br /&gt;For the pain&lt;br /&gt;And if you&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Look into&lt;br /&gt;Your heart&lt;br /&gt;The beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tellin&lt;/span&gt;' you&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;Dust it off&lt;br /&gt;Don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;You can go&lt;br /&gt;Be your own miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You need to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;We all have better days&lt;br /&gt;Problems getting all up&lt;br /&gt;In your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because&lt;br /&gt;You go through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean it got&lt;br /&gt;To take control, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gotta find&lt;br /&gt;No hiding place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your heart&lt;br /&gt;Can beat the hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;Let your mind&lt;br /&gt;Keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;playin&lt;/span&gt;' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt;' you&lt;br /&gt;Can't move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tellin&lt;/span&gt;' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;Dust if off&lt;br /&gt;Don't let up&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you&lt;br /&gt;Can go&lt;br /&gt;Be your own&lt;br /&gt;Miracle&lt;br /&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't gotta be&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner&lt;br /&gt;In your mind&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;Dust it off&lt;br /&gt;You can live your life&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart&lt;br /&gt;Be your guide&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And you will know&lt;br /&gt;That you're good&lt;br /&gt;If you trust in the good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Will be alright, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;If you follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;And it will get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus-All]&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got it in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in now&lt;br /&gt;Find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in now&lt;br /&gt;Find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ffind&lt;/span&gt; it within&lt;br /&gt;Find it within you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through It All, Just Stand up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right so comment time. I've noticed a few things in this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Beyonce's&lt;/span&gt; hair is missing, no wait she chop them off!!!....WHAT THE HELL DID &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;BEYONCE&lt;/span&gt; DO TO HER HAIR??????????????????????? *laughs out very loudly* You know come to think of it, I cut off all my hair too so I shouldn't really talk. How about no! My hair is a totally different story and on a totally different level. Her hair.....gosh....c'mon down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Rihanna's&lt;/span&gt; hair you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hadda&lt;/span&gt; copy?? Jay-Z should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lef&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;fuh&lt;/span&gt; that....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone decided to bring their own microphone.......lol.....Mariah Carey mic pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bai&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natasha of all the places you decide to dress like that, it hadda be there man? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Yuh&lt;/span&gt; singing bout cancer ana....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/span&gt; just can't dress decent, she always ha show too much legs or she belly. It's a known fact......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt; Carey really can't dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt;.....no offence my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;buh&lt;/span&gt; somebody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;shoulda&lt;/span&gt; bring in a pole or put she on the ground, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt; see she get on.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt; sings really low...Never noticed......she's more of a rapper if you ask me....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I love this song...really LOVE this song. I even get goose bumps just listening to it....so good job there....*four thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See guys I don't always throw words at you I care about other things....like cancer and all victims of cancer.........:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep doing what you do best ladies........Much luv &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;chicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Fayt&lt;/span&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/8647131680855059426-4772971130862840558?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4772971130862840558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=4772971130862840558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4772971130862840558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4772971130862840558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-stand-up-to-cancer.html' title='Just stand up to cancer!!!'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-2163793020884688914</id><published>2008-09-29T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:29:00.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Saturday......</title><content type='html'>I awoke sometime after 6, and it took me about three seconds to realize that it was not a dream. The anger that followed through out the day only added to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-existing anger that I thought would have disappeared in some random dream through out the night. Life ain't so dandy, I've noticed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After washing a few pieces of clothing I headed for the kitchen. Cooking lifted my spirits. (That's not weird...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to Church for a Youth Group executive meeting (Yes I'm the PRO :D). At that point nothing extremely fascinating had occurred. I caught a minivan I didn't like, but that only because I had no choice, it was late and I needed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Greaves&lt;/span&gt; so I could get home. I would deal with that van another time......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nehuz&lt;/span&gt;, as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;approached&lt;/span&gt; my destination, we became a part of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; build up of traffic in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Arnos&lt;/span&gt; Vale. Wanting to know what was going on, I conveniently hopped out of the van (Not me and that again) and headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Greaves&lt;/span&gt;, which was just a two minutes walk away. On arriving at the scene, I saw a man lying on the ground covered in blood (well his face), with a man and a woman lying beside him and immediately my heart began to race. I regretted for a moment leaving my camera at home. (Some other random guy got pics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the crowd of curious onlookers grew, the man regained consciousness and felt about his face only to see blood smeared all over his hand. Boy he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;musse&lt;/span&gt; panic! Eye witnesses were already accounting for what took place less than five minutes ago. According to these eye witnesses, a vehicle stopped to let the man cross the street but for some reason another vehicle overtook (he probably thought he was pulling aside I believe), and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;! the guy went flying through the air (I added the flying through the air part......all ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kno&lt;/span&gt; he land on the ground and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;geh&lt;/span&gt; a hard enough hit to knock him out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why it took almost half an hour for the guy to be taken to the hospital. Yep! That's how long it took for an ambulance, from KINGSTOWN, to get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ARNOS&lt;/span&gt; VALE.......traffic!!! ( I would like to believe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, not too long after there was an accident just a few feet from where the man was hit. Somebody put a hex on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Arnos&lt;/span&gt; Vale or something? So that was a whole set ah traffic again. By that time it was around 7:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to me. Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Fayt&lt;/span&gt; was stranded in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Calliaqua&lt;/span&gt; waiting on her ride home. Phone not working so poor me again had to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;scrunt&lt;/span&gt; phone call from somebody. Then only to see me ride pass me straight. I was having a ball!!! I would not have minded all that much if I had a seat, a place to rest my bag and one less drunken man to harass me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy was a clown. He even told me that he'd always be there for me. Now I don't here that everyday now do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I'm making fun of him and he realizes it for he says that I'm aggressive which he likes. (But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lawds&lt;/span&gt;). Then he asks me to give him my shoe size (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;!...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt;?), my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;undergrament&lt;/span&gt; size.......*screech* (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;?!?!?!) Right dey I geh vex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So yea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;gih&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; shoe size..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Fuh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;wat&lt;/span&gt;??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...just in case I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; send you a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;presant&lt;/span&gt;....and ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;panty&lt;/span&gt; size...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me?? What you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; just ask me...(one bad eye)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;mek&lt;/span&gt; a mistake......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;mek&lt;/span&gt; no mistake. That just come straight out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; mouth unless that was the rum talking again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughs...."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Mek&lt;/span&gt; you so evil?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you get disrespectful I will get evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks away.  And when I think he gone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;fuh&lt;/span&gt; good he come back again asking me shit. Then he began to sing to me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;..... Why me?? Not like it wasn't funny....but why me??? I had to go through that torture for about an hour....poor me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep that was how I practically spent an amazing Saturday.....notice I didn't say anything about school work?......LOL! Life sweet......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bake cookies!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*Fayt*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-2163793020884688914?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2163793020884688914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=2163793020884688914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/2163793020884688914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/2163793020884688914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-saturday.html' title='What a Saturday......'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7502553090219238424</id><published>2008-09-24T14:20:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:46:02.552-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mek dem tek so long???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Friday's landslide incident is no doubt, still fresh in our minds. What happened to the late Patricia Bowman was as unexpected as the response the situation received. To this day I don't think anyone has yet realized how serious this is. I have given it much thought since then, trying to figure out exactly what happened through out that day. Many questions and concerns circulate my head and I'm sure many others are wondering the same thing as well: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tek&lt;/span&gt; so long???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the incident occurred at 11:00am why did it take more than three hours for clean up of the area to begin? This questions highlights how we as a country take things for granted and how quickly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NEMO&lt;/span&gt; responds to disasters. During a television interview, I watched on as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NEMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; tried their very best to make up silly reasons for their late response to the situation. Articles after articles were bent towards the fact that they took so long to enter the search and rescue mode. Unfortunately Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NEMO&lt;/span&gt; did not do justice to convince me and many other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vincentians&lt;/span&gt;. Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NEMO&lt;/span&gt; stated that no one told them that there might be a possibility of a car being buried under the debris until sometime after 2:00pm that afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NEMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bruk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? No it ain't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on the main road. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bruk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; deserted. Not a single soul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;duz&lt;/span&gt; drive past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to go home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; about half the population live on the &lt;/span&gt;Windward&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; side and everybody decided to use the cross country road and the helicopter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Somebody saw smoke coming from the debris. The van driver who narrowly escaped death said that there was a car in front of him and he wasn't sure if the car escaped, but THAT doesn't mean that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;someone is&lt;/span&gt; trapped under there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow me to take this opportunity to correct an error that was made in a previous post. The incident did not take place in Prospect, it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ratho&lt;/span&gt; Mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so I have already established the fact that common sense isn't so common as we would like to believe. A post-mortem on Bowman's body revealed that she died of suffocation, which could only mean one thing; she didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; die on the spot, so there was still a chance, even tho' it may be very small, that they would have found her alive. How long it took for her to see the light no one knows, but the fact remains &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;NEMO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tek&lt;/span&gt; too damn long man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Nehuz&lt;/span&gt;......tons of information in the Newspaper and on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't received any photos of this incident via email then click &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Indigodive/080919#"&gt;HERE  &lt;/a&gt;(It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a few tho')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.....next up (tonight) is something out of the random blue.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Fayt&lt;/span&gt;*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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/8647131680855059426-7502553090219238424?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7502553090219238424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=7502553090219238424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7502553090219238424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7502553090219238424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/mek-dem-tek-so-long.html' title='Mek dem tek so long???'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-618363681973723286</id><published>2008-09-23T17:15:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:01:27.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why are some men So disrespectful?"- Part 2</title><content type='html'>Two days ago I posted a little something out of mere anger of what a particular young man did to me. Please be aware of the fact that if you were not at the scene of the crime then you will get the wrong idea of what occurred. If you knew what really happened then what I said was an over exaggeration, but that was necessary to maintain a level of privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An anonymous individual commented on my post and I gather that he's not too pleased with what I said. I must say that I am extremely perturbed by this statement. I appreciate the fact that people will have different views, and I will listen to you once you present your opinions in an appropriate manner, very much unlike what took place in the Biology Laboratory last afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't hate men. I clearly stated that at the end of my post. Secondly, the article was posted under the heading "Why are &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;men SO disrespectful?" NOT "Why are men So disrespectful?" It is of my opinion that some readers might have been so annoyed by the topic that some words were skipped out. Maybe a little anger clouded the pathway to clear understanding. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anonymous individual states that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wen it comes down to it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made us into what we are". This is true to some extent, but don't you think that it works in both ways? So in the end is it right to point fingers and say that men or women is the cause of all this confusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if one has something to say about the topic then they should let their voices be heard by many and not just me. To all boys and girls reading this, please respect the opposite sex for the sake of humanity. You give respect to get respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start something new today. How about you respect your friend and in return you should gain respect from that individual. So it starts with you! And don't be afraid to let your voice be heard!(however tiny it may be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One more thing, "horny sex puppies"??? *confused look* When I look at a boy I don't see that in him. I see a unique individual who has to potential to be great, not a &lt;em&gt;horny sex puppy. &lt;/em&gt;I'm not like that, please. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-618363681973723286?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/618363681973723286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=618363681973723286&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/618363681973723286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/618363681973723286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-are-some-men-so-disrespectful-part.html' title='&quot;Why are some men So disrespectful?&quot;- Part 2'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8214541622401137701</id><published>2008-09-22T19:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:42:01.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are some men SO disrespectful???</title><content type='html'>Today, while standing outside the Chemistry Laboratory with some of my friends, something very disturbing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;. This incident brought to my attention the fact that some boys have obviously not been keeping track of my blog and more importantly, that some boys have NO respect for us young ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(long pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of my previous posts (&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/these-words-are-very-random.html"&gt;These words are very random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), I recall making mention of this topic. Why can't boys keep their hands to themselves? Is 'molesting' young ladies in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;broad&lt;/span&gt; daylight a new trend? Well excuse me for being old-fashioned, but me nah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;warh&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bwoi&lt;/span&gt; touch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;!!!! It is my opinion that some boys just see us as objects that they can pick up, use, and throw aside. In their eyes, they see us as also being reusable. Beware young ladies because I don't think they would be good boyfriends for you if they only wanted you for your &lt;em&gt;assets. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take this personal, although I made sure I sent a link to all the boys in my contact list, please don't take this personal. I'm just a girl who doesn't like to be touched in certain ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making this my final warning. I know that some girls like what some of you guys do, but I'M NOT ONE OF THEM. I respect myself, I respect you, and I would appreciate it if you showed me some respect as well. I am not afraid to use what God has blessed me with against anyone who attempts to touch me in anyway. Do not whisper in my ear. Don't even try to give me any chats because when I registered to this College, I did not sign up to any dating service. I, like many other girls, are out there to gain an education. Yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ovaz&lt;/span&gt; me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong to you. Nothing on me is yours. I know us girls are very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt;, but please don't break &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; back because it only shows how weak you are. All I'm asking for is just a little respect. That's all. RESPECT.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably know this song but just listen to it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sweety&lt;/span&gt;? *wink* Ah luv &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;just that.......&lt;/span&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/J_9TyQGbHX"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/J_9TyQGbHX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/7jPAL7/music/LLNfMHi3/aretha_franklin_respect/"&gt;Respect - Aretha Franklin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mmmwah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Fayt&lt;/span&gt;*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-8214541622401137701?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8214541622401137701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8214541622401137701&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8214541622401137701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8214541622401137701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-are-some-men-so-disrespectful.html' title='Why are some men SO disrespectful???'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-198809652863821105</id><published>2008-09-21T07:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:44:00.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two hearts in the sand....just a picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 496px; HEIGHT: 436px" height="465" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii224/madmulberry/S7301348.jpg" width="483" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-198809652863821105?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/198809652863821105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=198809652863821105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/198809652863821105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/198809652863821105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-hearts-in-sandjust-picture.html' title='Two hearts in the sand....just a picture'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-3897774814421737161</id><published>2008-09-20T10:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:48:11.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman found dead....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I talked about the incident that took place in Prospect. Well here I am giving you a brief update of that story. Although what I heard did not come from the Radio or Television, these rumors tend to have some truth in them. The car that was buried when that massive wall broke away belonged to a lady who was best known for selling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barbecues&lt;/span&gt; on Indian Bay Beach, up until she moved her business to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CSY&lt;/span&gt;, which is in Prospect. She is known by many as Aunty Pat, and she was found dead underneath all that rubble. From what I have heard she died instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine what took place in that split second? I try not to. It's so sad and I feel like crying, not because I know who she is but because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May her soul rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Really under the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;("Somebody needs to pull up SVG's pants....we need to do better than this!"......read more in my next entry...written that is....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*Fayt*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-3897774814421737161?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3897774814421737161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=3897774814421737161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3897774814421737161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3897774814421737161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/woman-found-dead.html' title='Woman found dead....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-4892759025460019139</id><published>2008-09-19T07:44:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:22:23.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24hrs of rain! Move along like you don't get to!</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, it has been raining here in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;S.V.G&lt;/span&gt; for a little more than 24hrs. The weather that we experience here is so extreme. It's either broiling sun or hours of non-stop rain. Whatever the weather you see we always complain. It's unfortunate to say that this rain has the potential to take lives. I don't know if you heard but a vehicle was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt; under some dirt and debris that was loosened by the rain, in Prospect. If you live anywhere beyond &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Calliaqua&lt;/span&gt; or have traveled beyond that point recently you should be able to recall an enormous wall at a corner right at the entrance to Sun Sail. Yes that broke away. I doubt it's all cleared because the road I take to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Calliaqua&lt;/span&gt; on a daily basis, is still a temporary main road. I hope whosoever is in that vehicle is still alive. (As much as it seems impossible right now for it's been more than 7hrs since)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain that poured on our umbrellas today, was nothing compared to the tears that fell from a few hearts, including mine. I feel as though I'm carrying the burden of others, while at the same time being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shoulder&lt;/span&gt; to lean on. Life's hard. I find it no better time to talk about something that I've been meaning to share with you, than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I asked myself: How do I get over someone I've had a crush on for so long?? After much thought I came up with this list of answers (for those of you who try).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acceptance: You need to accept that you'd always 'love' him/her. That way you'd stop trying to stop 'loving' him/her. If you understand where I'm coming from, that is. Do you realize that when you channel so much energy towards not liking someone they are always on your mind, so you actually like them more or for longer? Get them off your mind!!! Besides if they don't 'love' you as much as you 'love' them then it's a waste of time. Do you think that they are stressing as much as you are?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't talk to them as much (if you're still friends and you can speak without giving them a few words that is.....lol...) The less time you talk, the more removed from that person you get. Communication breaks down then interest dies. Don't NOT talk to them. This would lead you to wonder how they're doing. Right then and there THEY ARE ON YOUR MIND!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you guys are not friends anymore, then something went real wrong, which means if sparks were ever to rekindle then it won't be worth it because one of you, if not both, would only be bringing anger towards the other person. It's not worth it...MOVE ON!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The time you take feeling sorry for yourself you are missing out on BETTER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt;. Plenty fish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; sea (almost said 'car back' there....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are a lot more things that can be done but that all depends on the individual. Lucky for me I can sum up everything in just one word; maturity. It's something that comes not with age but with experience. in my opinion, the more mature &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;teenage&lt;/span&gt; hearts get through these little silly things that come in their way of education easier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish a certain individual was reading this. It appears as tho' some people are too caught up with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;silly selves&lt;/span&gt; to notice the non-verbal communication that takes place, even if they don't know what that is. If a boy talks to a girl in a certain way that she doesn't like and she obviously screws up her face. What does that say??? (Maybe my screw-up face is cute...I don't think so!) Then this other no-manners, out-of-place one trying to lime me off. Some people smart. Honey, if you really needed the help you would've gotten it a long time ago. (He really thinks I'm stupid! Using this age old trick on me) There's a library with books, an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;web pages&lt;/span&gt;, and lots of Lower 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ers&lt;/span&gt; who are actually interested.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mood: If I'm smiling then what does that mean?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-4892759025460019139?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4892759025460019139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=4892759025460019139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4892759025460019139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4892759025460019139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/24hrs-of-rain-get-over-him.html' title='24hrs of rain! Move along like you don&apos;t get to!'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-5049065948275400148</id><published>2008-09-19T07:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:09:38.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A very pretty flower......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" target="_blank" action="'view&amp;amp;current="&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="475" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii224/madmulberry/S7301238.jpg" width="666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture after the rain.....I've got more on the way.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-5049065948275400148?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5049065948275400148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=5049065948275400148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5049065948275400148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5049065948275400148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/very-pretty-flower.html' title='A very pretty flower......'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-6588545226138992897</id><published>2008-09-18T16:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:23:51.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These words are very random..........</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to watch the sun set from my porch on a weekday but because on a daily basis I arrive home from school after the sun has left another comma on this island, I never get to see it. Today is basically my only chance and as I look out my window all I can see is clouds. I hate things that hide from me. Never there when I want/need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anyhuz&lt;/span&gt;, tho' the sun provides lots of energy which is one of the reason's for our very existence, it's not all that interesting to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I find myself seated uncomfortably on the picket fence. I can't say who has the greener grass for it's not worth it in the end. I'm being optimistic, for it's not worth losing a friend. (Tho' these days we can't seem to pin-point friends from professional actors). As I look ahead of me, there's no end to this fence, so it seems as tho' I'd be sitting here for quite sometime. Can someone get me a cushion at least?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something doesn't feel right. I think I miss him. I miss summer. *tears* (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) On another matter, from this day forth I'm going to put my foot down, or more like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt; boys' hands. I need some personal space from now on. Hugs are fine, but, it's starting to get to me. They just want to be all over me every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' minute. Hey don't take this as an offence, just please respect what I'm saying. Respect it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's off my chest I can focus on funnier things. I was watching Best Week Ever today with Leona, and they were making fun of this little girl. Just look below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iET30hB7_MY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iET30hB7_MY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so sorry for that little boy when he grows up. The poor boy going to be terrified in school. All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pickney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;goin'&lt;/span&gt; tease him. He'd be like the fat nerdy guy who nobody wants to be friends with (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; that reminds me of someone in my school!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!) She better get lost by the time he starts to use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; is not going anywhere soon.......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! *slurp* As to that little girl. She obviously does it very often. Children tend to repeat things that they see other people do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!! If she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mek&lt;/span&gt; she mother and John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;McCain&lt;/span&gt; lose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; hear. I suggest you watch that video again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting all laughs aside that's just nasty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. Oh and remember your saliva always gets the job done. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! *licks hands and smooths down my hair*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-6588545226138992897?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6588545226138992897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=6588545226138992897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6588545226138992897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6588545226138992897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/these-words-are-very-random.html' title='These words are very random..........'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7696541464451063108</id><published>2008-09-16T21:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:41:32.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem: The Impossible Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a little something I wrote. Hope yuh like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Impossible Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finds flaws in everything you do&lt;br /&gt;Hardest person in the world to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Every mistake is like a life lost&lt;br /&gt;Guilt must be carried for that being belonged to God First.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fails to realise that perfection is accomplished by no man&lt;br /&gt;Refuses to lower that powerful right hand.&lt;br /&gt;Is never wrong because she is God.&lt;br /&gt;Knows everything because she is God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfectionist it seems, who does not take 'No' for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;What she says goes.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that the world revolves around her.&lt;br /&gt;Does she know that there is someone Greater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask her to step down from her high alter&lt;br /&gt;For the greater good of every other&lt;br /&gt;Person that she might come across.&lt;br /&gt;But that might result unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In me taking my last breath&lt;br /&gt;Because she is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Abnormal in every possible way so this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; does not make me stronger. What you don't know hurts ME not you!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-7696541464451063108?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7696541464451063108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=7696541464451063108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7696541464451063108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7696541464451063108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-is-me.html' title='Poem: The Impossible Woman'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1873515791593000153</id><published>2008-09-12T21:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:12:10.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2 ends tonight.....</title><content type='html'>From the return of the planes to weird looking bicycles to 'top scholars' to something....let's see what makes this week so interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumour has it that two very well known minibuses were racing sometime ago. How reckless is that? I would refer to these two vehicles as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LIAT&lt;/span&gt; and Caribbean Star for obvious reasons. Now that Caribbean Star has returned from '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fixin&lt;/span&gt; up', &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahhh&lt;/span&gt; aren't they happy?! One wonders if these pilots even care about the safety of their passengers. Why should they when people apparently like putting their lives in the hands of..........? Nevertheless they are very good drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware. The black and white ants are out and about a lot these days so to those of you who simply refuse to wear your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;seat belts&lt;/span&gt; while travelling, 'buckle up or pay up'. While I'm on the topic, I remember seeing a policeman, directing traffic today. That must be a very exciting job indeed. I'm not hating eh, just that he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flingin&lt;/span&gt;' his hands all over the place. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very tired individual has lost the writing mood and will now venture into the living room to be amused by a black box. I feel like there's more of me to love. It's not a very pretty feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to this year's top performers in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;A'Level&lt;/span&gt; examinations. (The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Js&lt;/span&gt; are on top) That's a really big standard to set for those who are next in line(us!!). The pressure increases thanks to their intelligence, not only from teachers and parents, but from the entire country. I just hope we can do as well next year. *sighs* The race continues and it's a really hard fight out there. The students performed very well this year but was it really a result of the education revolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Video below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjNre1yI668&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjNre1yI668&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/8647131680855059426-1873515791593000153?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1873515791593000153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1873515791593000153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1873515791593000153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1873515791593000153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-2-ends-tonight.html' title='Week 2 ends tonight.....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1954142913921348638</id><published>2008-09-07T14:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:44:55.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One week just fly cross dey....yuh ain see it?</title><content type='html'>Time.....why does it g by so quickly? One week I was in Trinidad another week I'm in school…Aghhhh!!! Why?????!!!!! It seems as though the only thing that’s faster that time itself is light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the first week of school and it feels like vacation is just around the corner. In just two days the school would be overcrowded and I would have to fight for a seat in the library, empty classrooms would be like good cheap food around here and the tuck shop (I don't' go there anyway) is once again, going to be hot. Oooo I just can’t wait to have younger girls stare at me and speak about me like I was born ear-less….and the ‘bad eyes’ and push mouths. It’s going to be so much fun!!!!!! But like I said I hope I the library does not get too hot and that I can find space in there and erm yea……I should stop complaining….It won't be so bad...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there's a place where social ills go by unnoticed and not talked about, simply because nobody cares about the society, but only for themselves. I believe that there's a place where when children become pregnant everyone accepts it and shuts up. Meh sorry but that place is not SVG, yet. Sadly that's the direction we're heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a pregnant young girl, I just want to cry. No no no don't get me wrong. Who cares about the mother. More than likely that child is going to grow up in an unstable home, which is probably the reason for their existence. Do you realize that a society lies in the hands of the family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see the effects of unstable families everyday. Every corner you turn there's a fight. Every road you walk you have to dodge bullets. Every store you enter you have to look over your shoulder and hold on to your hand bag (or wallet) for dear life afraid that what you or your parents worked so hard to earn may be taken away from you just like that. Every breathe you take you have to pray that your female friends and family members are safe from the 'raper man' who cannot be found. (That's something else I have to talk about on a serious note). Every step you take it's another youth who wants to have words with you, and no those are not words you would find in the Oxford Dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family is the foundation of every society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of seeing so many young girls in such a state. I'm not going to ask how it happened, because I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; how it happened. Did he leave you a little present or did he forget something when he paid you a visit? What a surprise that must have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop there for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that what I'm about to say may not be the case. I'm only speaking out of anger and that's just the way things seemed to me at the time. It might just be that I'm being ignorant to some facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime this week, while on my way to town and bobbing my head to Rihanna's Disturbia, the minibus in which I was travelling was pulled over by a policeman on his search to find part of his salary. I can only imagine the frustration he was experiencing as he fumbled to find a reason to give the minibus driver a case. Or could it be that he just couldn't find a way to put it in writing? After all, how long does it take to write ten words and a few numbers on four little lines? He stood behind the minibus in the broiling sun. What was he really writing on that insignificantly small piece of paper? I wondered if he knew that Laynes was closing in five minutes? Laynes dor wait on nobody ana!!! I took a moment to look for his needle in the haystack of possibilities, a van load ah people did that. Do you know what we came up with? *silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laynes was properly closed by the time we moved off. Thanks officer :).....great job today. We love them anyway right? They help to maintain order in our society though some abuse their right. We still can't live a normal life without them. If a thief comes into your house who are you going to call? A doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked cookies on Friday....they're all gone....oh and if you guys want chocolate chip cookies or a cake you could just place an order.....I'm serious ana....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-1954142913921348638?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1954142913921348638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1954142913921348638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1954142913921348638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1954142913921348638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-week-just-fly-cross-deyyuh-ain-see.html' title='One week just fly cross dey....yuh ain see it?'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1468595142923645606</id><published>2008-09-03T21:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:21:10.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem: 'Silent protector'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live bait walks slowly through the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why won't anyone get her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it her hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it her complexion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it because they don't know her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Non-ideal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrong place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wrong time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or is she protected by the superior,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who won't let anything satisfy her mind's desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because there's an alternative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time sips away and up ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is the shadow of a figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who hides underneath the red skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tall, slim and unaware of my presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unafraid, it seems Of what just might be hidden in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could it be anything greater than what the world can't see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She peers over her sholder every now and again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But on her face I see no fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She doesn't even know I'm here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She doesn't even know that I followed her home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up this lonely road,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just to make sure she was safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe the superior sent me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-1468595142923645606?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1468595142923645606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1468595142923645606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1468595142923645606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1468595142923645606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/09/poem-silent-protector.html' title='Poem: &apos;Silent protector&apos;'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-620226177218815302</id><published>2008-08-29T21:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:45:17.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CYSF Journal: Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday August 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good Morning!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I managed to mumble the words 'I'm up.' while trying to cross that border between deep sleep and semi-consciousness. I even opened the louvers and replied to a special 'Good morning'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take me long to get down to breakfast but like yesterday morning, it wasn't fast enough to get me a simple thing as a yogurt.....why are there so few yogurts?????!!!!!! I don't really like how they not catering for late-coming-yogurt-lovers like myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt;.....Besides the fact that a little container of bacteria does not accompany my meal, I like breakfast. I get a lot of fruits which makes me a very happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fruitaholic&lt;/span&gt; indeed:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first field trip was to the Ministry of Health, Food and Drug division. To our surprise, on our arrival, and to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; of course, they didn't know who we were, and they had not expected us to be there for a field trip so as a result of that they had not planned a tour for us. *happy us* oh my I mean so sad, oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; sad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we go shopping? Fredrick's street is right there, (under my breath) and luckily I brought my money today. I can't believe they just told us they forgot about us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got excited when they said we'd go if nothing happens by 10:00am.....but it's not very good to build your hopes up in the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's field trip to the Ministry of Health reminded me of Pirates and the Caribbean. Remember in the second movie when Elizabeth left Jack to die? Well that can be accurately compared to what I had to go through today. And remember in the third and final movie they all managed to bring Jack back to life? The ride home, well back to Campus, was my little flash of green light. It was interesting in some parts, but it just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; live up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CYSF&lt;/span&gt; standards. Ah never yawn so much in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt; life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say tho', I learnt a good bit about manic depression :) so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;UTT&lt;/span&gt; special feature was cancelled! Wonder what that was. Anyways Dr. Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Corridon&lt;/span&gt; spoke to us. He said in a nutshell that 'Stick and Stones may break my bones but Biomedical engineering can mend them'. Yup you guessed right. He's a Biomedical Engineer (never knew that existed) and a lecturer at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;UTT&lt;/span&gt; (University of Trinidad and Tobago). I must say that he really does know how to connect with his audience, and he gets straight to the point. That's how I like it....He sure does remind me a lot of my friend back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;SVG&lt;/span&gt;. I think it's his height and the shape of his face that are similar.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after this was my biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; of the day (I really hate Tuesdays). After listening to two of the four teams debate our topic, I realized that our team stood no chance in advancing to the finals, although I didn't admit this to any of my team mates. It was sort of understood rather than admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's debates were much funnier than yesterday's. Falling asleep was the difficulty, unlike yesterday when it was actually staying awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the debates we headed off to this fast food restaurant to get dinner then it was time to do whatever we wanted....that was the only free time we had for the entire eight days so I had to use it wisely...before I move on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dem&lt;/span&gt; glass ah juice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;fuh&lt;/span&gt; giant??!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Musse&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! If you see the size ah glass.....I took two sips (I don't drink much at all) and I was done.....I can't even reach half-way a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; glass ah juice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;much less&lt;/span&gt; to that......yes so we used it to practice for cultural night (you know what I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been doing with that extra hour??????????) then it was off to the Common Room to lime.....Hey I learnt a new card game tonight...I was the ass in the first round:D....you get to shuffle the pack and share them out....then I moved up to Assistant Ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I forgot to mention that there's someone else here with my name. Same exact spelling!!! Right down to the full stop.....lol...cool!! What are the odds in that eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made more friends again...I like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to our rooms it was about time we had a girl talk, so I went into to Co's room. (Illegal) I almost got caught!! The host was like "Room 55??" (Yea I left my room door open....oops!) I still can't see why we're not allowed to go into our female friends&lt;br /&gt;rooms...don't see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;logics&lt;/span&gt; in that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Nehuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm extremely tired..........Wish I had me Mp3!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it seemed like today was the day of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-620226177218815302?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/620226177218815302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=620226177218815302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/620226177218815302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/620226177218815302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/08/cysf-journal-part-3.html' title='CYSF Journal: Part 3'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-3415779176292403758</id><published>2008-08-27T19:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:05:33.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CYSF Journal: Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Monday August 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good Morning!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning!!! Rise and shine!! This is your wake up call!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they serious? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;….this is funny. Although I was never general of being awaken by loud noises I smiled and I actually enjoyed this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vincy&lt;/span&gt; posse are you awake?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good Morning Ryan!” *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and that Bull horn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast it was time to head off to theeee…..erm….Dudley something hall, which was on campus, for our first addresses. We had to get there by bus! Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was by Mr. Luis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pineda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CYSF&lt;/span&gt;’s visiting scientist, a very important person in the world of IBM. This presentation was very interesting indeed. Technology plays a very important role in today’s world, and you make a good lump sum of money……I even got the chance to ask him a question. That had to do with going green and how IBM is encouraging other persons to Go Green as well. This man is very talented you see. He….it’s just too much to say about this person. Oh he’s the Director of WW Emerging Services and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Enablement&lt;/span&gt; at IBM Software Services for Lotus to be exact. (this booklet comes in very handy:) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second speaker was Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anesa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ahamad&lt;/span&gt;. I remember her from this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;UWI&lt;/span&gt; St. Augustine campus booklet. She was a very outstanding student from that school, specializing in cancer research. Now Can you guess what she was talking about then? ‘Cool Careers in Curing Cancer’ was what she spoke about. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;, the 4C’s. It’s funny that I remember so much from this session because she was going so fast. She is one busy woman. Too bad she only had an hour tho’. It would’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been nice to hear a lot more about cancer from her. I guess the reason why I found it so interesting was because I knew a bit about cancer myself. Hey I think that’s what I really want to do when I grow up; a cool career in curing cancer :) (I fed up change career goals now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I was reminded of what was going on with climate change. ‘Managing a warming climate’ was well executed by Miss. Marcia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tinto&lt;/span&gt;, however, I had to take notes to stay awake. (Hardly anything I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know before). At least it’s on my Biology syllabus and these notes are sure to come in handy someday:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debates begun sometime after that. We, already dressed in our signature t-shirts, headed into another room to anxiously await our team’s argument. Honestly, it was very difficult to stay awake. Ah do all ting. Ah write, ah draw(well attempt anyway…it’s worth a try), ah watch other people. It real hard to keep your eyes open when sleep killing you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt;. The debates were very interesting nevertheless, i.e. when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t doing other things. Some of them were actually funny. Mad funny! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;….*clap* for those teams….Some of us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;weren&lt;/span&gt;’t that lucky with the sleeping issue. We even had our own paparazzi, taking photos every time someone fell asleep. Ha! You see why I had to stay awake!!! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; my pic up on that screen the night before we leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;fuh&lt;/span&gt; everybody to laugh at me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Yuh&lt;/span&gt; mad! It was finally time to hear what our team had to deliver and truth be it they were good you know, just hope that they were good enough to beat the three remaining teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as tho’ the highlight of my days are always in the night. After dinner it was time for some people to make fun of themselves….that’s right Karaoke!! I was so mad because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t able to sing that night. My voice was still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;SVG&lt;/span&gt;….hoarse nah….It was fun as much as it was funny!!! Most memorable performances were by the Fatima crew, that guy in the red shirt who was really feeling the song, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Vincy&lt;/span&gt; duet (I almost died laughing. Hope they know that I have it all on camera…&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!) and last but not least the ‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Umberella&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ella&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ella&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt;’ performance. Best Karaoke ever! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;……Classic! I cannot believe I did not have enough space to record that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Field trips &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt; *yawns* I’m so tired, it’s time to get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;slee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-3415779176292403758?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3415779176292403758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=3415779176292403758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3415779176292403758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3415779176292403758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/08/cysf-journal-part-2.html' title='CYSF Journal: Part 2'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-3836858349075843243</id><published>2008-08-27T16:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:56:15.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CYSF Journal: Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday August 3rd, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6:45am (We’re on the plane):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Two days before we left for the Caribbean Youth Science Forum (CYSF), I stood on that rock, with my best friend by my side and I looked out into to ocean before me. I don’t know what she was thinking about but the only thoughts that occupied my mental space were possibilities of what existed beyond that curve in the earth. I longed for a clearer vision or a slightest taste of reality. Squinting doesn’t do you any good you know….(lol)…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m on my way to find out what lay beyond that horizon. Could you believe we almost missed the flight? A picture is really worth a thousand words eh. I need sleep!! Four hours is not enough!!! I’m on a plane and all I can find to do besides looking outside, is write and harass people about the time….LOL….Oooooo a cute dude coming on the plane…..And no he did not apparate from some weird place, we made a stop in Grenada….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9:52am (We finally @ UWI)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this place doesn’t look like I expected it. There’s an obvious lack of paint which leads directly to low maintenance costs….smart…..Right now we’re lined up to register. (I’m using my phone btw to type) Why is everyone staring at us???? Could it be my hair? Nope….or could it be the fact that we’re all dressed in matching bright green polo shirts with ‘St. Vincent and the Grenadines’ marked on the front? Ahhhhhh!!! We’ve found the reason!....I feel weird. Wait is that the same guy on the plane???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10:17am (time to unpack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ooooo……I’m enjoying myself so far! Well look at who’s bringing my suitcase up the stairs….:D Really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:22am (Somebody’s missing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Something funny happened while we were having breakfast. A NIHERST official came up to us and asked us if everyone was here…&lt;br /&gt;“Nope. The others at the airport. They were supposed to be in at 11.”&lt;br /&gt;“What??!!”&lt;br /&gt;They probably all stranded at the airport right now and look at us just fullin’ we guts! You could imagine the looks on their faces when they don’t see anyone there to pick them up??? Don’t look at me I didn’t do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2:05pm (Orientation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Wow! A lot of people here at CYSF boi! It’s about to start but I’m just to busy checking out the scene….:D….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5:29pm (Official Opening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;We’re at the UTT (University of Trinidad and Tobago) Grand Pavillion. (We had to wear our official t-shirts. Finally no one’s staring at me!) Oh it’s just this massive tent with plastic windows, glass doors, curtains on pieces of iron and an artic atmosphere. Least they don’t have to use so much Windex. It is a really nice place but that wasn’t my main focus after all at this moment important people are speaking to us, but I lost. Sooooo…..let’s see if there are any cuties my eyes might just have overlooked at the Orientation…..lol……and no that’s not the only thing on my mind:P I really wanted to know what they had in store for us….guess that means that I have to listen then….:)np&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11:02pm (Lights wah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;“Good night everybody”&lt;br /&gt;“Good night Chris..”&lt;br /&gt;Lights out at 11…wah? That’s funny..That doesn’t mean that I have to sleep…..lol….I’m just happy that I’m on a bed although it is not a soft as I anticipated. It wasn’t very easy getting up here either. Boy if anybody to fall of this bed (due to the size it was not impossible) I sorry fuh them. Serious! Feels like I’m in a closet. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from the Ice Breaker. Now that was the most fun I’ve had today. We basically played games. Most fun game: Basket turn over. Everybody was running around like crazy people….lol…Weirdest game: the one where we had to hold random hands (we were in our respective colour houses…CHERRY!!!!!!!!) then untangle ourselves without letting go. What?! I was the girl in the middle *giggles* Everybody cheated. After a while every team just let go and started to shout…..Dinner was ok…a little spicy, but a little is ok. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-3836858349075843243?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3836858349075843243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=3836858349075843243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3836858349075843243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3836858349075843243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/08/cysf-journal-part-1.html' title='CYSF Journal: Part 1'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1482577548884292453</id><published>2008-08-20T18:55:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:59:33.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics of Bomb Scare</title><content type='html'>Here are some photos and Videos of a bomb scare that occured at the First Caribbean International Bank, Kingstown, St. Vincent, some time ago. I had intended to write something about it on the same day but I was so busy and my PC was giving problems. Right now I don't feel like anymore so........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy21gFTsmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cDKyLmRfhqc/s1600-h/S7300259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236761496986563170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy21gFTsmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cDKyLmRfhqc/s320/S7300259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy22BulIWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CEMBbqzX7dY/s1600-h/S7300261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236761506018042210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy22BulIWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CEMBbqzX7dY/s320/S7300261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy22q_9PFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3c7102NT4S8/s1600-h/S7300262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236761517096778834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy22q_9PFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/3c7102NT4S8/s320/S7300262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy1NmRfSTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/83_oK8dl-i0/s1600-h/S7300252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236759711941871922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy1NmRfSTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/83_oK8dl-i0/s320/S7300252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy1OKYP3hI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-8hxgautn2g/s1600-h/S7300255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236759721633898002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy1OKYP3hI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-8hxgautn2g/s320/S7300255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy1OTb4ohI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cJUV8yifyZc/s1600-h/S7300256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236759724065071634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy1OTb4ohI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cJUV8yifyZc/s320/S7300256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy1OmQgB_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/K0IJv4QEevI/s1600-h/S7300257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236759729117595634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy1OmQgB_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/K0IJv4QEevI/s320/S7300257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy1P9peCjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tjokui1tGxU/s1600-h/S7300258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236759752576207410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy1P9peCjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tjokui1tGxU/s320/S7300258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8647131680855059426-1482577548884292453?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1482577548884292453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1482577548884292453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1482577548884292453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1482577548884292453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/08/pics-and-videos-of-bomd-scare.html' title='Pics of Bomb Scare'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SKy21gFTsmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cDKyLmRfhqc/s72-c/S7300259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7852418516075696467</id><published>2008-07-26T20:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:51:26.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamaica is This Year's AFNA Netball Champs</title><content type='html'>Jamaica defeated Trinidad and Tobago, 53-32, to win the final match last Friday in St. Vincent and the Grenadines, taking first place and kicking Trinidad and Tobago to the second position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other teams that competed were, Barbados, St. Lucia,  St. Vincent and the Grenadines, and Canada, all placing third, fourth and fifth respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2ead0b70583801d9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ead0b70583801d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331277326%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D776F8E4950B03C6BCE474B6DD1FE416DDE0309E0.71DFA5BA19901041FC156A636CA9CBF401B6CBB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ead0b70583801d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsWdYJWVT-E7vMvistpYDsO0EYVc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2ead0b70583801d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331277326%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D776F8E4950B03C6BCE474B6DD1FE416DDE0309E0.71DFA5BA19901041FC156A636CA9CBF401B6CBB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2ead0b70583801d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsWdYJWVT-E7vMvistpYDsO0EYVc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 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I may write more poems and maybe how I feel about certain topical issues but no more journal.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;You know what??........I just might forget about ever writing anymore poems......I hope that as one avenue of self expression closes another one would quickly open......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE END&lt;/em&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/8647131680855059426-7386576439442890302?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7386576439442890302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=7386576439442890302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7386576439442890302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7386576439442890302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/bye-bye-journal.html' title='Bye bye Journal.....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-5017538717812545463</id><published>2008-07-24T09:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:32:54.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The eyes will twitch.....</title><content type='html'>I'm scared and I don't know why. I sorta wish I had someone to talk to at nights so that I can be reminded of the little reasons that are left in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wicked&lt;/span&gt; world to smile, laugh and be happy, instead of being conquered and frightened by my own imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These gruesome images keep popping into my head for no apparent reason and it appears as tho' the only way that I can get rid of them, well besides watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; and surfing the net, is by writing about them....I'm watching a woman being burnt to death in front of the Court House in Kingstown. Another man is running towards me and he is covered in flames. Poor me there calling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fuh&lt;/span&gt; some water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fuh&lt;/span&gt; d man before running away....STOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one question. What is the significance of a twitching eye? You know. When you eye lid starts a series of uncontrollable muscle contractions. I was told the night before that's it's a sign that something bad is about to occur. I didn't know what to believe for it means different things for different people. For some it's a good sign while for others it's a bad sign. Which is it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same night (Tuesday) I had two full hour episodes of The Twitching Eye (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;). Allow me to highlight something here. The following day, which was yesterday, a lawyer was shot to death and a boy was attacked by a dog......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt; yea....This brings me to my hypothesis: My eye twitches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; something bad is about to happen. I hope that this is rejected and that it's just a random coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I have a perfect explanation for all of this. There's only one disease that runs in my family and that's CRAZINESS!!!! Sorry but once you've got it you can't get rid of it. There ain't no cure babe......There ain't no cure (as you can clearly see....lol)......Woooooooooohooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;It's selectively contagious.......later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*singing* 'I'm the maid (repeat a mil times to the tune of Dora's &lt;em&gt;I'm the map &lt;/em&gt;song...if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; know it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if Performing Arts has a meeting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tmr&lt;/span&gt;. Ha call Maria to find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-5017538717812545463?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5017538717812545463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=5017538717812545463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5017538717812545463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5017538717812545463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/eyes-will-twitch.html' title='The eyes will twitch.....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-759009133926542923</id><published>2008-07-23T16:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:35:50.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyer killed, boy attacked by dog</title><content type='html'>There has been yet another murder in St. Vincent and the Grenadines which brings the number of homicides this year to 16. This morning, on his way to his work office, lawyer, Bertram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stapleton&lt;/span&gt;, was shot and killed by a masked gunman. Reports state that three gunshots were fired. He died after receiving one gunshot to his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why he was killed is still as much of a mystery as who killed him. No one has yet been arrested. The other details that I've heard thus far are a bit disturbing therefore I would not mention them, but let's just say that there's no way that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; survived. My condolences to his family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk about brain drain (NO pun intended) and that it is a problem that needs be solved in this country. We encourage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vincentians&lt;/span&gt; from all over the world to return to this land to aid in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;development&lt;/span&gt; of this 'Land of the Blessed', but how should persons who are studying feel at this moment? If I were studying, I would not return. My reason being, fear. I would feel as though I am at a higher risk at being killed, one way or another. Today a lawyer, a brilliant man. Tomorrow??? (I hope it's that dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other important matters, a young boy was attacked by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pitbull&lt;/span&gt;, today. The eight year old boy is simply lucky to be alive. He, like other persons who would have been attacked by these vicious dogs, will no longer have the face he once saw in the mirror. What caused the dog to attack the boy, whose face is no stranger to it, is still unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying that goes "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dor&lt;/span&gt; hear mus feel", and at this moment unfortunately everyone has to deal with the consequences of the actions of a few people, but you know what they say; 'Peter pay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fuh&lt;/span&gt; Paul. Paul pay for all'. I hope that, with this being the second attack by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pitbulls&lt;/span&gt; in this country, that the Government would actually DO something about these so-called 'man's best friends'. These dogs are killers, and like guns we appear to welcome them with open arms to the house of deadly weapons to help murderers go down the wrong road. Earlier this year a woman's life was cut short by four of these deadly dogs. The extent of her injury was unimaginable and I still cannot believe that such a thing actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;. She lost her hair, and was unable to be identified, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When lives are lost or changed, where's the justice? So what if the four dogs that killed that woman are dead now? Are all the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pitbulls&lt;/span&gt; going to be left in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SVG&lt;/span&gt; to kill and hurt other people??? If one dog did it and another tried, who's so sure that all the others won't? I don't think they are anything close to angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*With a big grin* No. These pits are to going to fear death because they heard of what the other beasts of their kind did. The other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pit bulls&lt;/span&gt; are going to say "Hey I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt; dead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Beh&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;geh&lt;/span&gt; hungry and kill nobody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; hear. Time to change my life." *scoffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, like everyone else, to see what would be done about 'Death's best friends'. Are they going to be banned? Would you need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt; for them? Let's wait. I just hope that by the time a law is passed that it won't be too late for another family......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Bertram&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Stapleton&lt;/span&gt; rest in peace...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt; if you'd like to read articles about the first story you can click on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; following links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.caribbeannetnews.com/breaknews-9332--15-15---breaknews.html"&gt;http://www.caribbeannetnews.com/breaknews-9332--15-15---breaknews.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radiojamaica.com/content/view/10178/88/"&gt;http://www.radiojamaica.com/content/view/10178/88/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Notice anything about these two???....None of them are local....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;...we so backward it ain't funny......But let me say this tho', a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Vincentian&lt;/span&gt; wrote the first article.....well the ones I found weren't anyway)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-759009133926542923?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/759009133926542923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=759009133926542923&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/759009133926542923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/759009133926542923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/lawyer-dies-boys-face-disfigured.html' title='Lawyer killed, boy attacked by dog'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-662181475407138375</id><published>2008-07-23T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:18:37.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss of Chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Here's a story I wrote a few months ago. It was originally on my website (emulberry.webs.com) as a Teen Ministory, but since I've abandoned that, why not bring it here? Some of you may have read it before though, but that shouldn't be any biggy....Hope yuh like it.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into school today only to be greeted by my poor results on my recently set Math Exam. How welcoming! Instantly a cloud of depression floated above my head, following me everywhere I went, blocking out all the vibrant sunshine from my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began freaking out, after the fact that I had not exceeded my personal pass mark of 70% really sunk in. I almost began to cry because that Exam was very important for it contributed to my final grade at the end of my third semester. Never had I ever felt this bloomy in my entire life (well as far as my memory takes me). I was at my lowest and at that moment there was nothing that I could really do to lift my spirits. (That’s what I thought…). I mean what else could really go wrong with my day? This by far is the worst!! Can't get any lower than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops , no wait, here comes Mr. Henry with my third Chemistry Ex of the term. Well would you look at that grade. I failed again! Ok, I lied a second ago. Sorry. Now, I'm at my lowest and you can go lower than low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my road to recovery I played SIMS a little, but that didn’t work for I got fed up of building my almost dream house.  My next move was to eat, drink and mini party my depression away. Woops that didn’t work either. My overall mood hadn't changed a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us (girls that is) were in the Science Laboratory at the time a few boys decided to join us.  In this pack was Barnz (That’s his nic name). I wasn’t really paying attention to him for I had my eyes on another boy, Jake, my newest crush. The sad thing is that Jake was too shy to make a move, so Barnz took the leading role of my story resulting in the unfortunate departure of Jake. How sad, he so dumb. ( I always tend to like really dumb guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnz sat next to me on the lab desk and took an ear of my headphone as I began to listen to some Soca. After a short while we decided to take a look at the Chemistry lab (Hint hint!), which was his idea of course. I decided to take a different route, you know to make it look less obvious, and it actually worked. The others saw when we left but they hadn’t the slightest clue. We got comfortable and immediately got right into it. I surprised myself tho’ for someone with no experience at all. Guess the television finally paid off…lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unfortunate thing was that there was no sparkle, no magic, no nothing, but I liked it. I didn’t expect him to be the hero of the day. I wanted that special moment to be with Jake, but everything’s a sign I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problems hadn’t disappeared but that’s how it had seemed, and that’s how I felt for the following couple of days. Some things are much better than rum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is: nobody knew but us :P (Well not anymore) lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-662181475407138375?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/662181475407138375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=662181475407138375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/662181475407138375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/662181475407138375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/kiss-of-chemistry.html' title='Kiss of Chemistry'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-4488446230971814116</id><published>2008-07-22T23:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:26:15.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thought you'd like to see this video</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a friend of mine a while ago. After I told him that I was extremely bored he sent me a link to a video on Youtube.....Well all I can say is that at the end of the video, if there were flies around I surely would have caught a few.....here it is...... Kobe Bryant gets smashed....LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QmlHH1BI8ic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QmlHH1BI8ic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/8647131680855059426-4488446230971814116?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4488446230971814116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=4488446230971814116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4488446230971814116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4488446230971814116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-thought-youd-like-to-see-this.html' title='Just thought you&apos;d like to see this video'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-3624003500190467993</id><published>2008-07-22T09:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:00:35.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem: 'Throwing things out'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Throwing some things out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii224/madmulberry/Piii002-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now I'm running&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very fast. Very far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet everywhere I turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're right there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like the unemployed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like vagrants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out of nowhere you appear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The television. The radio. The internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Common dialogue for crying out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want to find another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me. I'd rather be without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I've realized, over these past few years,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That....oh nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An incurable disease you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't get rid of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just have to live with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you die with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes you can fight it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're never gonna beat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'd lose to it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This poem has strayed so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So far from the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no need to worry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For it's near the ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired of loving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm exhausted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An overworked donkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You see this thing called love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has taken every last Joule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just remind me to use water proof paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next time...&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;&lt;em&gt;By: Fayt (CKFO)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Oh and btw, that's me up there with a mean face on..lookin all angry and stuff...ideal for this one for I am a little bit mad.....lol.....I did it myself:D]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-3624003500190467993?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3624003500190467993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=3624003500190467993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3624003500190467993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3624003500190467993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/poem-throwing-things-out.html' title='Poem: &apos;Throwing things out&apos;'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-347532065341942478</id><published>2008-07-21T00:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:17.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem: "Silence"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SIQSOd0jvEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/52VSE3Bk9b8/s1600-h/imagesCAWAJZ5Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225321507389160514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SIQSOd0jvEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/52VSE3Bk9b8/s200/imagesCAWAJZ5Q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the loudest sound you’ll ever hear.&lt;br /&gt;Louder that thunder, carnival, an explosion.&lt;br /&gt;For sometime,&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though the world stops revolving,&lt;br /&gt;And everyone’s just shouting.&lt;br /&gt;Silence is what I try to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find noise is the quietest sound.&lt;br /&gt;That’s when the world would spin on its axis again.&lt;br /&gt;And I hear nothing but…..yes that’s right.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is at ease.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I’m in no despair&lt;br /&gt;There’s life all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those things that are disguised by light&lt;br /&gt;I see them best in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Betraly, trust, love hatred.&lt;br /&gt;Dishonesty, envy, and your insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you be a free man behind those bars?&lt;br /&gt;How is it you carry the image of a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;When you sentence has ended?&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy being one of many prisoners of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any number greater than one is lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Yes loneliness is infinite.&lt;br /&gt;I like one, especially&lt;br /&gt;On the beach where&lt;br /&gt;The waves of my existence kiss my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me anything. Anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything but that loud silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fayt….(CKFO)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-347532065341942478?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/347532065341942478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=347532065341942478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/347532065341942478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/347532065341942478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/poem-silence.html' title='Poem: &quot;Silence&quot;'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SIQSOd0jvEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/52VSE3Bk9b8/s72-c/imagesCAWAJZ5Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8028322407406597665</id><published>2008-07-21T00:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:17.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She fall off the bed!!! ha ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sat here, commentin and laugh my ass off @ Facebook comments, boy all I hear is one bitchin BOHP!!!......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA!!! Leuresa fall off the bed.....Is how she love roll.....The expression was priceless I tell &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SIQNMY0uvvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bX9PQqGwQqA/s1600-h/imagesggadfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225315974129827570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SIQNMY0uvvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bX9PQqGwQqA/s200/imagesggadfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you...wish I had the camera rolling when she did that. I'd catch her a day man. Today she buss she behind in the wet garage...ah good!!! How she love talk bout "Wooh hoo I"m an ice princess. I'm nice. I skate on ice...blah blah blah...."....moments like these I wish I had my camera rolling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SIQOMZsLX9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/qAD1xhlEXEM/s1600-h/imagesCAL4RZZW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225317073874018258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SIQOMZsLX9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/qAD1xhlEXEM/s200/imagesCAL4RZZW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But seriously I have some licks fuh one ah meh big dogs ana...why?? It kill one ah the little poodle puppies....the black one......the only reason I didn't cry was because it was the black one that died and not the grey one....It's the first grey poodle I've ever seen and it so sexy.....Marcee is a little bit whorin if you ask me, but thanks to her ways we have that lil puppy....you go girl.....&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was suppose to write about my trip to Bequia, but so many days have passed that I just lost all &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SIQQKb1lfkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/G-pslqusfFs/s1600-h/imagesCAQSJ3DZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225319239113866818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SIQQKb1lfkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/G-pslqusfFs/s200/imagesCAQSJ3DZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;interest. Let's see. How did I spend a rainy day in Bequia with Leuresa? Hmmm....I caught two fishes and I flirted with this Bequia dude buh then I couldn't keep my eyes off his friend because he was so buff and they were jumping in the water....ahhhhhhhhhhhh....and OMG he caught the cutest little fish (he says it was his first...I wonder why...) but he had to throw it back in the water and I found it so ironic that I would write the poem &lt;em&gt;Catch and release &lt;/em&gt;just the day before......soooooooooooooooooo *loud sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody up for a Bequia trip this week???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tired I is now......&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/8647131680855059426-8028322407406597665?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SIQNMY0uvvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bX9PQqGwQqA/s72-c/imagesggadfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-785999081241542435</id><published>2008-07-20T23:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:29:04.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach wars on a log parts 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wu3rvDGmiU0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wu3rvDGmiU0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BM8X0Tp4ug8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BM8X0Tp4ug8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-785999081241542435?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/785999081241542435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=785999081241542435&amp;isPopup=true' 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type='text'>Videos from 2nd term</title><content type='html'>Here's a few videos we took 2nd term.....a couple of us went to the beach for lunch......they call themselves pirates......lol.....we were bored....Sad thing the cam went dead before we coulda take a video of us playing cricket with a random piece ah stick and an almond seed.....lol.....fun times.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-17e2d10bcf19055a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7599816076412690004</id><published>2008-07-17T10:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:03:14.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia Keys' 'Superwoman'</title><content type='html'>Song of the day......'Superwoman' by Alicia Keys.......Here's the video and lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qSNn-5EP18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qSNn-5EP18&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everywhere I'm turning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing seems complete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stand up and I'm searching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the better part of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hang my head from sorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slave to humanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wear it on my shoulders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotta find the strength in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I am a Superwoman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I amYes she is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when I'm a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still put on a vest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With an S on my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yesI'm a Superwoman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For all the mothers fighting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For better days to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all my women, all my women sitting here trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To come home before the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all my sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say yes I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I am a Superwoman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes she is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when I'm a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still put on a vest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With an S on my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a Superwoman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I'm breaking down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't be found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I start to get weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause no one knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me underneath these clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can fly, Oooohh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I am a Superwoman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes she is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even when I'm a mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still put on a vest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With an S on my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a Superwoman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-7599816076412690004?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-104551781635366155</id><published>2008-07-16T20:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:23:40.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What my poem really means....</title><content type='html'>By the response of a few of my friends, I'm guessing that they felt as tho they were in Eng B class again....a feeling that they all thought was gone forever. Sorry ....lol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My poem, &lt;em&gt;Catch and Release&lt;/em&gt; is centered around a single saying. The phrase "There are lots of fishes in the sea", is one of the most popular phrases said to another when he or she is hurt by the one that he or she has loved. A phrase that is meant to comfort the ears of those depressed by love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first stanza I have placed all these fishes in a lake, "The lake of love and life", and I am one of them. They are all female fishes by the way, and there are male fishermen. It's a brand new day. There's evidence that the persona is a fish for it says "Your face is distorted, in comes your feet." Ever tried looking out of the water when you're under it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Playful ripples of interest": pretending to be interested in being with a girl (me) or leading me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It stands alone" the hook with the bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that lovely?" I'm attracted to it...well him, figuratively speaking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a bit hungry"- has nothing to do with desparation....just ties in with the fishing theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oops"- I got hooked...I liked him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah....then he just had me there adn fling me bk in the water.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it: &lt;em&gt;Catch and release....&lt;/em&gt;line by line (sorta)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo....To sum everything up. This poem is about a guy who played with my heart recently. Made me think certain things were going to happen. Had me fooled (Don't think it was intentional....buh still....it hurt)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-104551781635366155?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/104551781635366155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=104551781635366155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/104551781635366155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/104551781635366155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-my-poem-really-means.html' title='What my poem really means....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-9220716193810358822</id><published>2008-07-15T22:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:10:42.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem: Catch and Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know if you can tell, but I wasn't in any real mood to write anything.....My original intentions was to write a little something about what guys really want from girls.......or something along that line....not sure when that's coming.....I was ill today and I'll be in Bequia tmr (If the weather holds up). Would've invited some friends but it's nothing like that......happy reading&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;Catch and Release&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A warm summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;Over the lake of love and life.&lt;br /&gt;Reflection of a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Off its surface at sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face is distorted&lt;br /&gt;In comes your feet&lt;br /&gt;Playful ripples of interest&lt;br /&gt;Spread all over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that foreigner again&lt;br /&gt;He that comes ever too often&lt;br /&gt;It stands alone. All alone&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't anyone approaching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look at that!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that lovely?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd just have a small bite&lt;br /&gt;I am a little bit hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so different&lt;br /&gt;Out here is much colder&lt;br /&gt;Suspended in mid air&lt;br /&gt;A figure to admire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home again&lt;br /&gt;Way down under&lt;br /&gt;Waiting. Swimming and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;For another foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Fayt.....(C.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ltz&lt;br /&gt;*Eating a brownie (I baked again today) and ice-cream treat. Want some? Much better than licking a chocolate wrapper.......LOL!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok If this comes across as being a lil not confusing but 'complex' as Foxy says it.....read it again, just to see if you can come up with an idea.....But if you don't get it don't worry, I'll post an explanation tmr......Makes me feel like I'm in High School again, when we never understood those boring poems we always read in class......mek it wus when we had different views....lol......My brother just called me a fraud.......Why? None yuh business.......Here's a song that he sang. Yes I'm so proud of him:D.....It's a nice song....made me laugh when I first heard it.....You know that feeling that singers feel when they hear their song on the radio for the first time?? Yea I felt something similar when I first heard his song in a van.....here it is.....Hope you like it....If you don't then Imma......(idk yet...lol......tata)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/7vcCn6UqCj/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/7vcCn6UqCj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/undergroundelite/music/jtMVlPUU/d_man_on_d_sideilvmp3/"&gt;D MAN ON D SIDE.iLV.mp3 - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.....boy what kinda song is this?......'Cocky Monsta'.....ha admit it is a wikid twist to the original name......lol.....I hope it does not have explicit content....:O....otherwise I tellin' Sy.....Yea one ah these days we'll sing a song together......:D......hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HxYwpTaI1m/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HxYwpTaI1m/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/undergroundelite/music/dl3A5YMT/f_unit_cocky_monsta/"&gt;Cocky Monsta - F unit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-9220716193810358822?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/9220716193810358822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=9220716193810358822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/9220716193810358822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/9220716193810358822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/poem-catch-and-release.html' title='Poem: Catch and Release'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-5306816993283001275</id><published>2008-07-14T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:34:31.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grudge Video......interesting things on Youtube ana....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIGxKY5y6Mg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wIGxKY5y6Mg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/8647131680855059426-5306816993283001275?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5306816993283001275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=5306816993283001275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5306816993283001275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5306816993283001275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/grudge-videointeresting-things-on.html' title='Grudge Video......interesting things on Youtube ana....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-231404041517830798</id><published>2008-07-14T11:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:17.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The story I promised</title><content type='html'>Here's a little story of something that happened sometime ago. The names that I am about to mention are not those of real characters so good luck guessing........in the end everything would be based on your assumption...I not callin any names!.....lol......so here goes nothing....I hope he doesn't get mad with me buh hell, daz life........lol......maybe I should write a poem on him too, or sing a song......hahaha!!!! right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could take back what I said about Jesse I would but that’s just not possible. (OMG there’s ants on my toi…focus Fayt…Gosh I have such a short attention…..oh there’s where I put that thing…know how long I was looking for my pen?……oh yea right....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tennis yesterday, Leona (my bff) learnt about what had happened the day before. How I was left standing in the rain that Friday afternoon (not exactly. It was quite sunny) waiting on something that would never show up. It was like waiting for the perfect man….…Anyways she disagreed with the fact that I should move on from Jesse so soon. She said that there was a good reason why there wasn’t even a txt to say ‘I ain’t coming back’. She also said that he is interested. Of course I had different views….How would you feel if someone you had a crush on told you they were coming back and they never showed up? Devastated I tell you!!! Simple: he was just not interested at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening I got in trouble (again) because I was late for the first time ever for a show at Victoria Park. Hey it isn’t exactly easy for a girl to be runninng around the house (literally) in heels looking for a brush and eye shadow! I geh cuss the night before for eating Ramen, cuz I was hungry….pshk nothing new……Jesse had not planned to come inside of the park for some strange reason, so I had to find a way to get outside. My original plan was to ‘forget’ something in the car, but I did not have the chance to leave anything that belonged to me. Fortunately I left behind, unintentionally of course, some neccessaties. (Ah geh cuss again fo dat). For once I didn’t mind…right according to plan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to go all the way to Aunt Jobes parking lot all by myself, so what you think I did next? I asked my friends buh dey say no. So I asked my last resort, Jesse (I know right, last resort?….I just wanted another reason to enjoy the night more….faith they say it is?…..lol). He arrived a phone call, a plee and a few minutes later, dressed in Jeans (duh!! Didn’t really expect him to be in tights), and a striped t-shirt. A smile was comfortable fit onto my face and when he explained why he hadn’t returned I found yet another reason to hate Leona. She’s always right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What caught me off gurad was the mere fact that he offered to help me with the little bags I had…..how nice…..When I jumped over a pot hole, the facial expression that swept across his face was priceless…..he thought I had fallen. Ha! Prob would have if I hadn’t jumped…..next thing you know my heel geh stick in some random hole…..plz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what happened? I accidentally hit him in the 'restricted area'. No&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHt7PSGoamI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l8_uGUqJiCo/s1600-h/imagesCA72NITO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222903695354128994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHt7PSGoamI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l8_uGUqJiCo/s200/imagesCA72NITO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; not that one....the other one......How embarassing indeed. I mean I thought his back was a little lower. That poor hand and back-of-my-head- eye coordination. That wasn't me I tell you. It was the Malibu and Pine.....buh then again, how could I really miss that........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the night we kept each others company (most of the time that is), and I occasionally ran away to talk fart with my friends (that skank convo was a killer……buh we had to stop cuz Foxy was getting freaked out…...) Time and I had settled our differences for I was granted more than enough of it to do whatever I wanted, which included the analysis of his hands…..I even leaned on his sholder (damn heels…I love you!) All the nitty gritty details will remain a memory. Everything else is just a memory…..How Rhonique won, I couldn’t say. Did the other contestants deserce whatever award  they received? Why ask me? I had better things to do than to watch oh so boring show…….I use to think Beer was disgusting once upon a time….until I met Mr. Whiskey…….:) But hey pineapple juice taste nice tho…and anything creamy and white is good for you…..(a drink……)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what does all of this mean? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me give you an update. Due to lack of….I don’t even know……..I now have no Mr. Potential. Now I’m back to square one…..You know, I really regret not forwarding those stupid love chain emails like they told me to, but hey, I guess 10 years of bad luck in love isn’t all that bad now is it??......Sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw this is not the original story....I left out a good bit of stuff.....lol.........they would've made the story a bit more interesting but.......ttyl.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be addingg new artists to my list of Fav Artists right there on the right hand side....On these pages you'll find a few pics, some videos and of course music.....I'm going in alphabetical order ( I think).....so there's your first.....&lt;a href="http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/aaliyahmy-fav-videos-and-songs.html"&gt;Aaliyah&lt;/a&gt; (I'll be adding Against Me! and Akon later tonight)......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-231404041517830798?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/231404041517830798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=231404041517830798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/231404041517830798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/231404041517830798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/story-i-promised.html' title='The story I promised'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHt7PSGoamI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l8_uGUqJiCo/s72-c/imagesCA72NITO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-6464800653857000702</id><published>2008-07-13T19:09:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:18.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One year gone already.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHqPnHnBapI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hU_yR0SaXSQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222644620109900434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHqPnHnBapI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hU_yR0SaXSQ/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marks the one year anniversary of Granny Ruby's death (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt; granny on mother side)*sighs* I found it rather strange that I stayed up last night until morn (went to bed sometime after 1), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buh&lt;/span&gt; then I was reminded of this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to remember everything that happened on this day exactly one year ago, I mean who wants to remember death? Really now?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nehuz&lt;/span&gt; I wrote a poem some time ago, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; you read it. All you have to do is &lt;a href="http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem-ruby.html"&gt;Click here &lt;/a&gt;when you're done everything......*sighs* She was 95 btw.......yea she never told anyone her age......we always thought she was 80 something.....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this day I still can't believe she's gone you know. When I go home, it has become so religious for me to call out to her that I just can't get it out of my system. I miss the knocking on the board to (it sounds weird huh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Buh&lt;/span&gt; she use to knock on the board...well at least we use to know that she was still with us)....One time, after her death right, while I was in the living room with my mother, my mother knocked on the board wall and called out to her and all of a sudden we heard two knocks. Now if it wasn't me, and it wasn't my mother, and it definitely wasn't the cats, then who the hell did that??? That was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;madddddd&lt;/span&gt; freaky!!!! But hey that's what she use to do when she was alive. Now while I was there freaking out my mother just laughed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHqOufcxXOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LkDYsARGOTo/s1600-h/imagesCALEABNS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222643647256812770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHqOufcxXOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/LkDYsARGOTo/s200/imagesCALEABNS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said I bringing my own videos just now.....Can't wait to do fart with my camera.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;crazyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the fence.....I still like his ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ana&lt;/span&gt; (not literally....LMAO)......buh he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt; ready for me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I might write a story later........about what happened a night......lol......hope they don't get mad at me....lol.........but check back @11 for that.....I have to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;VH&lt;/span&gt;1's &lt;em&gt;I love Money&lt;/em&gt; you know, and that's @ 9:00pm tonight!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHqQmv1_kdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WOcAvs6v9g0/s1600-h/imagesCAV43D7Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222645713241870802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHqQmv1_kdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WOcAvs6v9g0/s200/imagesCAV43D7Y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you better stop licking that chocolate wrapper......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt; hear me.....I have something better......JUST KIDDING OK???!!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;....still funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-6464800653857000702?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6464800653857000702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=6464800653857000702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6464800653857000702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6464800653857000702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-year-gone-already.html' title='One year gone already.....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHqPnHnBapI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hU_yR0SaXSQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-262878878279865170</id><published>2008-07-12T19:51:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:18.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Money.....</title><content type='html'>Yes VH1 has been able to produce yet another show....&lt;em&gt;I love Money&lt;/em&gt;. This show comprises of contestants of previous shows namely &lt;em&gt;Flavour of love, I love New York&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Rock of Love,&lt;/em&gt; where each individual would have competed for and in one case won the heart of some famous person. But that's not the only thing they have in common. They all LOVE MONEY......obviously! Which is the reason why they are on the show....All these shows seem to have the wrong idea of love in common.....Nehuz I almost died with laughter while watching it on VH1 so here's some of the clips from the first 2 episodes....hope it's as funny to you as it was to me....(well some parts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="416" height="337"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFM6e79oxcvmvR0xbIRgC5Imlkm26_nB6DE="&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFM6e79oxcvmvR0xbIRgC5Imlkm26_nB6DE=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="416" height="337"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday??? No....shucks bai.....I was jus goin watch it again........A new episode will be aired on Sunday night on VH1....not sure wat time tho, buh you bound to find out by just turning on the tv.....dey ha advertise it some time on VH1......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHlJFUhJU0I/AAAAAAAAADo/Uz9ubMIs1m0/s1600-h/imagesws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222285598668706626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHlJFUhJU0I/AAAAAAAAADo/Uz9ubMIs1m0/s200/imagesws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a day it has been indeed......all I did was work.....Besides that today is just one of those many days where I feel like the world would be a better place without me......But hey! on the bright side I saved the world from being dominated by alien dogs just by using a broken PVC pipe. Yea I know I have weird dreams. It started out with bubbles coming out of the sky, yea and then ah bus a f-note after that (in my dream)......I once dreamt that the moon was in my backyard. Another time I dreamt that the world had ended. No now that was scary even tho there were fireworks all over the place.....I really need to get this brain of mine checked.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across an email that's almost 2 years old...Gosh so long I been...................damn.....It made my eyes water so I just closed it down.....Couldn't stop smiling while I was reading it...I'd never delete that. When I get older I want to look back and see all the evidence of me being an idiot/smarty (no one knows what the future holds you know). It's a nice memory to keep :)...But anyways back to me feeling like shit...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHlLPFJQzbI/AAAAAAAAADw/XQjUi_tzUyY/s1600-h/imagesCA101L2F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222287965363948978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHlLPFJQzbI/AAAAAAAAADw/XQjUi_tzUyY/s200/imagesCA101L2F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Btw I eat all the brownies.....boooooooo.......tell em Einstein........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon......Video Journal.........cuz I'm bored and have nothing else to do with my summer....besides it gives me freedom to do fun stuff...like interview Billy again.....(Billy's a goat that once lived at College) LOL......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-262878878279865170?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/262878878279865170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=262878878279865170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/262878878279865170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/262878878279865170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-money.html' title='I love Money.....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHlJFUhJU0I/AAAAAAAAADo/Uz9ubMIs1m0/s72-c/imagesws.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7625870235209931422</id><published>2008-07-11T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:18.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaliyah...my fav videos and songs.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHteiB75B_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/U6wxNoy0L60/s1600-h/ghsgh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222872131594422258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHteiB75B_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/U6wxNoy0L60/s200/ghsgh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remember her? If you don't then shame on you. Thought you said that Aaliyah will be gone but not forgotten! It has been 4 years since she left us....yes time passes very quickly. I remember that day like it was yesterday.....nah not yesterday, more like 4 years ago. She was one of my favourite artists back then when she was alive and she still is even tho she's gone. When that plane crashed and she was all over the news, every night when I went to bed I would hope to capture her spitir and then I'd be able to sing like her. This was a real serious thing, boi I crazy long time (I was a really weird child). I was thinking along the line to reincarnation, but it wasn't quite the same thing....it was more like just capturing that talent that was taken from this world. Well that never happened, because I sing like a lil baby.......Aaliyah had a pretty voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHteifwPv-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yNQ_4hKqGrQ/s1600-h/imagesCAC9AZWM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222872139598643170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHteifwPv-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yNQ_4hKqGrQ/s200/imagesCAC9AZWM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of her videos.....Yes these are my favourite ones from her......I loved her voice btw....I think that you can pick that up, lol. I was really looking forward to great things from her, but then again so was R. Kelly. We miss you Aaliyah.....RIP......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHteicFloKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CH90OxQgR-o/s1600-h/tysry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHteifwPv-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/yNQ_4hKqGrQ/s1600-h/imagesCAC9AZWM.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="337" width="416"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFM6e79oxcvmvWsZCb5vWy_tu4qtMS4FyI0="&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/cp/vjVQa1PpcFM6e79oxcvmvWsZCb5vWy_tu4qtMS4FyI0=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="416" height="337"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photos courtesy random sites on the net........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to watch her videos then you can simply listen to her songs right below. There are quite a few more songs from here too.......'Miss you', 'One in a million, 'Rock the boat', 'Try again', 'More than a woman', and a few more.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/bqvR_pl5sd/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/bqvR_pl5sd/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/keeby1234/playlist/IjQeajKz/aaliyah_the_playlist_music_playlist/"&gt;Aaliyah- the playlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-7625870235209931422?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7625870235209931422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=7625870235209931422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7625870235209931422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7625870235209931422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/aaliyahmy-fav-videos-and-songs.html' title='Aaliyah...my fav videos and songs.........'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SHteiB75B_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/U6wxNoy0L60/s72-c/ghsgh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1543996880316081608</id><published>2008-07-10T09:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:14:04.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road March Results......</title><content type='html'>2008 Road march goes to Icon with his hit song 'A pain' (yea I always thought that the name of his song was '2 Knee'...buh nevertheless...........he still win....yup that's my husband)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/N9dnTONoB0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/N9dnTONoB0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/aFKmY3p/music/e8VZivdU/icon_2knee_vincy_soca_2k8/"&gt;2knee (Vincy Soca 2k8) - Icon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd was this year's Soca Monarch champ, Skinny Fabulous, with 'Head bad (on the spot)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/T1Zn6tmUnb/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/T1Zn6tmUnb/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/julianssocamusic/music/ClA-WIst/skinny_fabolous_head_bad_2008_st_vincent/"&gt;Head Bad*** (2008 St. Vincent) - Skinny Fabolous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And third was Problem Child with his song 'For life'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/oT6N5weG9R/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/oT6N5weG9R/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/julianssocamusic/music/m5Y0p9d2/problem_child_for_life_2008_st_vincent/"&gt;For Life*** (2008 St. Vincent) - Problem Child&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to say I told you so....but I told you that those three would come up in the top 3..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehuz I gone cook lunch.....then I going to bake brownies while I'm at it...anybody wants??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just have this feeling that somebody is going to tell me that they'd eat it a few hours after I've eaten one.....lol....typical man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I like this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="311"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/tfKb42RTSX/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/tfKb42RTSX/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="311" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/maroon5/video/tb4FTZtR/maroon_5_if_i_never_see_your_face_again_featuring_rihanna/"&gt;"If I Never See Your Face Again" Featuring Rihanna. - Maroon 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly...look at what I found on Youtube...Here's a Video of Fireman Hooper's performance at the 2008 Vincy Soca Monarch....See if you can figure out the reason he failed to win again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWg3DvS0y98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWg3DvS0y98&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/8647131680855059426-1543996880316081608?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1543996880316081608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1543996880316081608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1543996880316081608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1543996880316081608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/road-march-results.html' title='Road March Results......'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1002972164565709846</id><published>2008-07-09T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:05:41.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News!!!</title><content type='html'>Breaking news! Breaking News!!!! Carnival DONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very hard to believe, and many persons are struggling to come to grips with such an unfortnate occurrence. Carnival lovers are carrying out investigations into the matter and evidence leads to the CDC as the main suspect. When Pinkfourteen learns more of this incident we promise to keep everyone up to date......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how about a Carnival Round up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Claypso fan but I find it easier to stay awake at a Claypso finals in the comfort of my home, that's why I didn't go to the show on Sunday night. Nevertheless I saw my brother playing pan with the Potential Steel Orchestra. Wooh!! Does he have a lot of energy and can he dance. It's nice to see him being invloved in something that can have a positive impact on his life. At least it keeps him off the street when no one else can. Btw he was in Pan long before the Pan against crime campaign ok..so don't be getting the wrong idea....Proud ah me lil bro man.....:D Heard that Princess Monique is the new Calypso Queen, so congrats to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jouvert?? Unfortunately I got to town too late to join the hottest Jouvert band on this and every year. Nevertheless I had fun and got paint all over my skin. my friends thought that I was drunk and I'm sure many other people thought the same thing........buh I wasn't.....Is it really possible to get drunk just by drinking a bottle of Pepsi??? C'mon!!! The usual lime was aite.....I didn't see a lot of people, sadly. I won't talk about the dancing ok?......what happened at Carnival stays right where it belongs.......lol.....not like I was naughty or anything....I just know how to have clean fun........:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday evening was at first BORING!!!!! I found it very difficult to stand under PO where just that morning at Jouvert a young boy had emptied his stomach on the floor. The disgusting thing about it was that a few little children were playing, falling down and dabbing their tiny hands in the remains of all that mess.....EWE!!!!! (The little kid thing happend the same morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting was built up with every passing band and quickly fell when the band was out of ear shot...I left town a little before midnight and quicly fell asleep as soon as I hit my bed.....guess that's the only thing that can stop this energizer bunny......sitting or lying down............lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday?......tsk tsk....Post Office was ram packed....wey all dem pickney neega come from????? Who not smoking, sexin with they clothes on. Who ain staggering shouting out "Aye yea".....I could go on and on buh let's just say under dey was terrible. (and if under dey bin hot again).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was like my High School ball all over again. I was depressed for various reasons and I depended on PO to lift my spirits but it only made it worst. But like my ball, by the end of the night I could safely say that I had fun, this time at the bank parking lot.....Now that's what Carnival is all about. Honestly I really didn't feel like dancing with any boy because they were the source of my sadness in the first place, so I just wanted to have fun all by myself. I really felt a lot better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were a bit surprised at the lenght of my pants....I just had to laugh....I wore that pants for a reason......c'mon is the last day of Carnival.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that this year Carnival was a lot safer. There were fewer fights than before and a lot of people actually behaved themselves, well from what I saw. There was also a major increase in the number of police on the road and that was good. They looked a bit young tho. Honestly they look like they hardly had any training.........lol...........nevertheless they were they are they were reespected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the crime scale was decreased I noticed that the teens are a bit more out of hand and bad behaved than before. A lot of them were smoking and having sex with their clothes on i.e. It made me wonder about the future of this nation and where out society is heading. Our youths need a lot of help and most of it must come from home. Unfortunately God is absent in many homes in SVG. I don't mind dancing but, you know, just hold da down....some people does really over do  it ana........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recall tho, ever hearing Fireman Hooper's song on the road yesterday and the day before that. Then that automatically means that he is out of the question for roadmarch. LOL!!! My top 3 are Skinny's "Me head bad(on the spot)", Icon's "2knee" and Problem Child's "For life". I think that the guy who sang "Ah cah hear" has a good shot as well as Poorsah's "Hunt man".......We'll see about that later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are planting palms at school today.....hope they're havin fun but I really couldn't make it.....My lil cousin woke up at 11:00am......c'mon.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone cook lunch....ta ta........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-1002972164565709846?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1002972164565709846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1002972164565709846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1002972164565709846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1002972164565709846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News!!!'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7438455257929355684</id><published>2008-07-06T21:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:00:22.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We head bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Skinny!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show of all shows, Soca Monarch, was held at Carnival City, Victoria Park, last evening, and saw a record breaking crowd turning out to see twenty of St. Vincent's top Soca artists compete for the title of Soca Monarch. The nineteen artists performed their best and most managed to move, shake and lift the crowd but only one was able to dethrone the then reighning Soca Monarch. Other competitors on the other hand could not do enough to even make the crowd want to dance. An unidentified flying object was seen by many flying on its course to the back of a male competitor. Things like these were only seen on television until this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show began with fireworks, that seemed to take forever to finish, (they were pretty tho). These fireworks were followed by the introduction of the two male MCs of the night, Colin "The hitman" Graham, and some other guy ( I can't remember his name right now...like I ever) which included the listing of the rules of the night. One of those rules was something along this line....&lt;em&gt;If yuh know your woman buttin yo wid another man and he dey here in the park tonight, before alyo get into anything, just leave!!........*&lt;/em&gt;cough* Wonder why the other MC didn't say that one......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the competition actually started there were a few performances by former Soca Kings. If you ever go to a show and the artist performing introduces alllllllll the members of the band, including the back up singers (individually!) before he starts to not sing, then he's drunk!!!!! A confirmation should read the following: He was later seen staggering throughout the crowd, eating BBQ.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the individual performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember a lot of the performances that took place that night for more than one reasons. The performance was boring, I didn't really like the song, or I was not looking forward to seeing that person perform (cuz they weren't in my top 5).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My top 5 artists were: Skinny Fabulous, Problem Child, Icon, Demus, and Fireman Hooper (only because he somehow manages to move the crowd and his song isn't all that bad), and guess what those were the top 5 for the finals. What else can I say but I have good taste in Soca music. I was a bit disappointed tho, and that's only because there were a few Soca artistes that either did not make it to the finals or did not participate in the Soca Monarch. For example the guy who sang the song that goes something like this: "Me go mad ana me go mad ana....Ah cah hear...ah cah hear..." That song woulda mash up the place no lie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhuz all the artists did their best, and there must be a reason why they were in the finals. However, there was only one person who could've put Fireman Hooper in his place, and that's meh boi Skinny!!!!!!!!!!!!(He sang "Meh head bad") Congrats man.....Second was Fireman Hooper with "hu e hut e hut", third was meh other boi Problem Child with "For life", fourth was Icon with "2knee" (he needs to move up the ladder man..buh then again where else would he go??), and rounding up the top 5 is Demus with his song "We going crazy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all the finalists once more. Skinny Fabulous automatically goes on to represent St. Vincent and the Grenadines in the Regional Soca Monarch in Trinidad and Tobago. The prize for the winner of that show is TT$1,000,000.00 (which is half that amount in ECD$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go to get some rest for Jouvert I will leave you with the Video of the day and it's the Performance that won Skinny the Soca Monarch 2008 title. Here's "Me head bad" by Skinny Fabulous at the 2008 Vincy Soca Monarch.............weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! (found it on Youtube....teeeheeee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dyl10Ao_e4w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dyl10Ao_e4w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/8647131680855059426-7438455257929355684?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7438455257929355684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=7438455257929355684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7438455257929355684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7438455257929355684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-head-bad.html' title='We head bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-6559700304073791992</id><published>2008-07-04T22:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:10:31.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom is a sin.....well it should be.........</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here talking to some of the people that mean the world to me.......but besides that I'm bored....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the Miss. Carival show at the Victoria Park....and how do I feel? Well I just feel like crying because I'm so bored. I'm here at home because I'm not in any mood for that show tonight. There are thirteen girls participating from countries across the Caribbean. They are to be judged in four categories and talent takes up a good bit of time. Obviously there must be some guest artists, namely Nicky Crosby (again...if I'm not mistaken), Shanel Nanton, (a participant in the 2008 Miss. SVG pageant), and a host of others......If I had gone I would have been wearing heels and I would have been downstairs surrounded by a great number of men (because practically all the girls stayed home tonight wonder why)........My guess is that umm.....the show is going to be toooooooooooooooooo long...............i like my feet thank you!!!.....plus I dor wah look like no whore.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a bump.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day is:......................."The Green Gentleman" by Panic at the Disco......just love these guys.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/Al00lybCMO/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/Al00lybCMO/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/yadzcelz/video/gyTgjSBz/panic_at_the_disco_that_green_gentleman_music_video/"&gt;That Green Gentleman - Panic At The Disco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said. I want one now!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-6559700304073791992?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6559700304073791992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=6559700304073791992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6559700304073791992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6559700304073791992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/boredom-is-sinwell-it-should-be.html' title='Boredom is a sin.....well it should be.........'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8949742836283127342</id><published>2008-07-03T08:54:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:18.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my restaurant.......</title><content type='html'>Ok....There are a lot of things that are running through my mind at this point.....just one big pot of emotions....My guess is that you prob won't understand what I'm about to talk about from just reading it without a preface. Well obviously, I would have had relationships with a couple of dudes in the past...or just a fling w/e........I refer to that as my restaurant......customer=boy/man, main course=bf, dessert=kiss, outsiders looking in= dudes that I don't really like, dude that passes for a cup of tea=either he flirts a lil with me or it's the other way around but nothing more can develpo from that................so here goes......bet you, you're never going to find out who I'm talking about in each case.........read away...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the owner, head chef, every damn thing of a restaurant. The name? Super's delight? Idk buh that doesn't matter now does it?? For the past few years I have had several customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first nibbled on the food and pretended to like it. He had his other meals elsewhere but it was my first customer so I didn't really know what to expect. Don't we all learn from our mistakes at some point in time? Life's experiences is the greatest teacher they say. So I kicked him out and he was never to return again. After all, he didn't really care for his tummy was already full....It's just so unfortunate that he had already progress to the main course.....There was not enough time for dessert....ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following customer eat my food and he &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; enjoy it. However, he had also enjoyed the food from another restaurant. There was competition and because of this he left my restaurant without dessert. Sad isn't it....dessert is the best part....He kept peeping in from the outside window, and he'd occasionally walk in and say hi. One time he even took desert from me when I wasn't looking....teef!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was the most confusing one of all. I really enjoyed his company in the restaurant, for I was alone in there all the time. I cooked him up the nicest food, most of the time. The confusing thing is that I couldn't tell whether he liked it or not. He's the longest customer I've ever had. Sometimes I would call him for a cup of tea and we would have a nice little chat before he goes off to his favourite restaurant. Not mine...duh!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I later learnt that there were many prospectives that just didn't have the guts to open the door, take a seat and wait their turn. All they did was stare inside from the window occasionally....now all I can say is: "If only I had known." Sometimes some guys would choose to stand and look in when I'm in the back cooking up a storm, when I won't see them at the window........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I enterd College, business began to improve and there were more customers looking to have at least a cup of tea. I had even closed down for renovations but opened soon after I had done so. I saw more of them outside which was a good sign. I'd invite some of them but I'd later have to kick them out. One was bad behaved. The other was eating toooooo slowly and I really couldn't wait on him to finish the dish so that I could wash it. Oh gosh you know how frustrating that is. Sometimes ah does well wah go home. There was this one. He had been outside for a really long time now and I felt bad for inviting other customers and leaving him there so I called him in. Well finally someone gets the dessert......lol......ha! he wasn't the first. You know I have done cheesecake twice and chocolate chip cookies before that. Mmmmm those were good.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Business is booming. Can't go wrong with that. My last customer gave me a bit of trouble.. I served him lunch, dinner, more than once and he just wouldn't eat. So I said bye bye to him...Yup I kicked him out and now he's at my window constantly peering inside at this unknown customer who's obviously having a ball....Why waste my raw materials?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always knew that running a restaurant was hard but never thought that it would be this hard...My present customer confuses me a little bit. I mean, he's a nice one yes and honestly, I haven't had one of those in ages. In addition to that he eats well but there's just one problem. He doesn't want the main course. You know how long I've had that recipe stuck up on the white board in my kitchen waiting for someone to order it??? So exactly what does that mean??? Should I kick him out and invite someone else in.....one who I know is actually going to order that special meal?? Or should I just enjoy your company and cook those simple things for ya?? Truth is. I don't want to do that last one. You should've told me what you wanted from the very beginning; a cup of tea!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm about to open the door and randomly select my next customer. Is things like these that make restaurant owners just let in a few people at a time (although that leads to overcrowding, which leads to everyone wanting to leave.........lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Junior Panorama is this afternoon and today is one of ma girlies Bday.....Happy Bday Chic...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218798445953426178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGzliUVqIwI/AAAAAAAAADU/IDNjx0L2LRA/s320/100-12673.jpg" 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/8647131680855059426-8949742836283127342?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8949742836283127342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8949742836283127342&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8949742836283127342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8949742836283127342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-and-my-restaurant.html' title='Me and my restaurant.......'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGzliUVqIwI/AAAAAAAAADU/IDNjx0L2LRA/s72-c/100-12673.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7275007056552062052</id><published>2008-06-30T20:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:36:50.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun day :)</title><content type='html'>Some people go through a lot in life and there are those that can do so well, i.e. without a lot of bruises.....ok right! I really don't know what I'm talking about right now........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was one of the worst days of my life. Why? Well my hair is now straight, that's why and I don't like it. I DON'T LIKE IT AT ALL!!!!!!!!! There's a lot more to this entire situation and right about now I am just fed up....I'm depressed and fed up of all of this *****.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious now....Today I had fun, but up to the point where I got into the Bank's parking lot. Well that's when I got knocked down by a car that nobody was driving. (not really....lol). My girlfriends and I went to play tennis and THAT was fun.....despite the fact that I fell and my ankle hurts a lot right about now...........I had fun......the boys....umm not so hot on tennis. Let's just say we have some potential cricketers at the College....If those guys were playing with West Indies when they came here last week, the Aussies would have been bawling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even went on a road trip......:P Yea you know what I'm talking about (Driver).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song of the day is: "Homecoming" by Kanye West ft.Chris Martin. You know the drill...Listen or watch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/esitoRUTOV/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/esitoRUTOV/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/YEzqneG/music/aS2sraCm/kanye_west_feat_chris_martin_homecoming/"&gt;Homecoming - Kanye West Feat. Chris Martin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/SRdiedFRRu/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/SRdiedFRRu/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/kanyewest/video/Ry5ZEfUl/kanye_west_kanye_west_homecoming_music_video/"&gt;Kanye West - Homecoming - Kanye West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-7275007056552062052?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7275007056552062052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=7275007056552062052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7275007056552062052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7275007056552062052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-day.html' title='Fun day :)'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8332765713014217997</id><published>2008-06-28T23:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T01:00:41.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddies Carnival</title><content type='html'>The 10 days of Vincy Mas (Carnival) began yesterday. Last night I went out to pizza at the Grill, in Villa, with some of my girlfriends....it was nice and the Pizza was good. There was only one problem tho......we had to eat 5 slices to be satisfied....tsk tsk.....I'm sorry more people couldn't make it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the children's day. Yes today was Kiddies Carnival in SVG. I got to town around 4:00pm to see nothing but teenagers enjoying themselves in the middle of the street....costume-less. There were very few children playing Mas (well for the band that passed)and they were accompanied by the usual people who want to steal the show away from the poor children. Gi d poor pickney dem a chance nah!!!! Dey ain goin Insomnia tonight ana!!!! People so unfair!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much for the ropes and tight security they said that they were going to have to keep the adults off the street........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways I'm only speaking from what I saw....they probably just had enough rope to reach the hospital.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this was, by far, the most boring Kiddies Carnival I've ever went to, for more reasons than one. Can you believe they had a mas band with a truck the size of a really small car with two little speakers on it? Say they playing music.....*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year ain't feel to right.....Freaking myself out by saying that.....so many things could happen this year to make it weird....I getting so accustomed to hearing about rape, murder and shoot outs now, it ain funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note. One that is both happy and sad. Somebody win Lotto, $591,000.00, (happy for them), and all I get is a free ticket (sad for me). The weird thing is that while I was buying my ticket, I thought to myslef, "Somebody goin win and the jackpot going back down to $60,000." You could imagine how I felt when I found out that I was right.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go I'd just like to say one last thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT MY HAIR!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turst me ......you don't wanna know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pick for today's Song of the Day is: India Arie's "I am not my hair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Video for the song: ( If you listen to the lyrics carefully, you'd understand wy I chose this song, a little bit more.....if you know me that is..............lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/nE-qN656My/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/nE-qN656My/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/2AEwxZ/video/s7VVgAKG/indie_arie_featuring_akon_indie_arie_i_am_not_my_hair_musi/"&gt;Indie Arie - I am not my hair - Indie Arie featuring Akon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS(to friends).....you should have an idea of why I chose this song........but there's a lot more to the already long story..I should write a book........lol......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-8332765713014217997?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8332765713014217997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8332765713014217997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8332765713014217997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8332765713014217997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiddies-carnival.html' title='Kiddies Carnival'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-6195092789927427203</id><published>2008-06-27T10:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:20.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jourvet at Carnival Opening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teddy bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken'/><title type='text'>Blahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Once again I'm at home and I'm bored. The internet can only do so much for me right now (seeing that my PC doesn't have a sound card....no sound!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I cooked peleau for the first time, and it was actually good:D...yay happy me....I can cook.......Unfortunately I'm officially the 'Peleau cooker'. Absolutely nothing fun about that now is there? Now I have to cook it all the time, not that that's a problem but I cook depending on my mood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of girl who doesn't know what she wants to do in life. For the past few years I have been wanting to become a pediatrician, but I'm changing my mind. I like to cook you know, and not to say that I'm terrible, I'm actually pretty good at it (don't mean to brag a lil). You think that becoming a chef (preferable pastry) would be a good career for me? I'm having lots of doubts about what I wanted to do before and it's not that I don't think it's possible but it's just that more interesting things are poppin' up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll see how that works out in the future, if I'm still alive that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more pics. This time they're from the launch of Vincy Mas 2008...The videos I had were deleted from the lap top that I put them on....his lap top crashed (nice coincidence).......all my videos of Icon.....gone gone gone :( The only pics I took were of the Jourvet section, not very interesting but here they are.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT6328Xu_I/AAAAAAAAACM/IZpBv47fIcQ/s1600-h/PiiiPiiiPii+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216570105950354418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT6328Xu_I/AAAAAAAAACM/IZpBv47fIcQ/s320/PiiiPiiiPii+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT64kW0FHI/AAAAAAAAACU/sSsAT94tlq0/s1600-h/PiiiPiiiPii+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216570118140859506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT64kW0FHI/AAAAAAAAACU/sSsAT94tlq0/s320/PiiiPiiiPii+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT65KAQWKI/AAAAAAAAACc/amxaN68mlv0/s1600-h/PiiiPiiiPii+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216570128246790306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT65KAQWKI/AAAAAAAAACc/amxaN68mlv0/s320/PiiiPiiiPii+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT65hw6YeI/AAAAAAAAACk/kmh0hegvO5Y/s1600-h/PiiiPiiiPii+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216570134624887266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT65hw6YeI/AAAAAAAAACk/kmh0hegvO5Y/s320/PiiiPiiiPii+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT66q_2_pI/AAAAAAAAACs/qkCaCUS5kv0/s1600-h/PiiiPiiiPii+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216570154283368082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT66q_2_pI/AAAAAAAAACs/qkCaCUS5kv0/s320/PiiiPiiiPii+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is my cute lil puppy (before it lost all of its hair......I'm still trying to figure out why)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216573677215610194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT-Hu8W9VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/35G4PrsSeOE/s320/Pic+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG...Chickens........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216573682586938482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT-IC8-7HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GlhW9yqevWQ/s320/Pi+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohhhh fascinating isn't it??? That's the closest the thing to company I'll ever get around this house......teddies in love??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216573691728533666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT-IlAgmKI/AAAAAAAAADE/dXqI8ws6ees/s320/Pic+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: "Violet Hill"- Cold play. Listen or watch the video below.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/NSZyUK14YC/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/NSZyUK14YC/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/9iBkhfa/music/Wo8UeC_I/coldplay_violet_hill/"&gt;Violet Hill - Coldplay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="289"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/q63LeC8j0y/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/q63LeC8j0y/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="289" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/coldplay/video/la_FXtIL/coldplay_violet_hill_music_video/"&gt;Violet Hill - Coldplay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-6195092789927427203?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6195092789927427203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=6195092789927427203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6195092789927427203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6195092789927427203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/06/blahhhhhh.html' title='Blahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGT6328Xu_I/AAAAAAAAACM/IZpBv47fIcQ/s72-c/PiiiPiiiPii+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1913704355665749349</id><published>2008-06-26T19:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T00:03:52.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a lonely day it has been.....</title><content type='html'>Here's something I wrote this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm at the podium trying my best to win my side of the argument. The audience is nothing but a big empty space. I know that they are there for I can feel their stares. Now I've been asked a question or something of that sort. Impromtu? Gosh I really don't like this. i stumbled to answer causing the other team to win. I disappointed my team and I'm crying when the alarm goes off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sunrise blows a warm kiss of breeze over my body. I don't want to go on. Too late I've already crossed the border between sleep and being awake. The alarm continues. Constant bombardment of disapproval, negatives and double negatives on my unfortunately open ears. It's officially a daily routine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I place comfort on the left side of my face, giving my left ear a rest from such harsh words. The sun has risen and the cockerals have sung their song. There's, as usual, the absence of a "Good morning". It all makes sense. That dream means more than I actually thought it did. It was a hint of my immediate future. Too bad I didn't have the time to figure it out. I have lost that debate, so I'm staying home today."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep that's it....Today was so boring. Being at home all by yourself. No one to keep me company but the PC, tv and the radio. My phone is in the car which is miles away from me. I was offered company you know.....buh that dude and I ain't so tight man......cah do that......I danced as a form of exercise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my pick for the song of the day. It's "When I Grow Up" by Pussycat Dolls". You can either listen to it or watch the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dQ1kcmy1Jw/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dQ1kcmy1Jw/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/rhoroe/music/i1TNBtLK/pussycat_dolls_when_i_grow_up/"&gt;When i Grow Up - Pussycat Dolls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the video for When I grow up"-Pussycat Dolls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="269" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/x846ix8ymG/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/x846ix8ymG/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="269" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/P5hdXBu/video/pm1PlTxY/pussycat_dolls_when_i_grow_up_music_video/"&gt;WHEN I GROW UP - PUSSYCAT DOLLS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-1913704355665749349?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1913704355665749349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1913704355665749349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1913704355665749349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1913704355665749349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-lonely-day-it-has-been.html' title='What a lonely day it has been.....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1804646589666005895</id><published>2008-06-25T19:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:21.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over</title><content type='html'>Boy is a real long time I ain't update this thing bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are finally over so now I should have all the free time in the world right? *sighs* I have lots to talk about and hopefuly I will update this blog more often. I've added some Vincy Soca songs for this year at the bottom of this page (every page i think) cuz I love Soca and soca is weeh life. Yovaz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...some of the songs are hot! Some are aite. Others are well...not so aite. Like da on from...lucky I cah remember the name....some the songs dor mek no sense whatsoever. I must give Rusty props this year. He actually managed to add another word to his songs. This year his song is now one word longer...OMG!!! You've done it man.....good job. Let's take a look at the progress that he has made throught the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has moved from: "Ah rusty" (2 words) to "Jump and wine" (3 words...ah ha admit da song bin dotish but catchy) to some 4 word song....ah missin something ana. Buh anyways. This year his song is now 5 words long (or someting so) Don't you think he deserves an award?...Buh we still love you man. (only cuz you Vincy and you ain't no fag) LOL........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends.. If you ever see me rockin to that song by Rusty, bear in mind (oh please do) that it's the beat that I'm bobbin' to. Big up to the dude that made that beat. Yup I just happen to know who he is...SVG a tad bit tooooo small not to know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have this feeling that this year Carnival would not be as grand for me. I hope my hypothesis is wrong. Buh all I can say is....life is wonderful isn't it? *big sarcastic grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some random pics I took with my hot camera. I was bored ok? Look out I'm always bored........&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOfb7dAA3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0Br8MnANsDU/s1600-h/ewrawer+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere over by the Lion was bunnin down so me and my BFF (best frikin friend) went over Market and took that pic....I believe that the Lion got 1st degree burns as well. And nobody bothered to take it to the vet.....shame shame....Ima show you the Lion someday..when the weather's great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216188095589778290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOfb7dAA3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0Br8MnANsDU/s320/ewrawer+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey it's a bird......on my porch wall. Wow! Ey ey ey I never see the bird before ook?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOfcLWarZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eAd5r70gDxI/s1600-h/Copy+of+PiiiPiii+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216188099857132946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOfcLWarZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eAd5r70gDxI/s320/Copy+of+PiiiPiii+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A pic of a cruise ship.....i just love this pic. 100% Vincy fo life. I also took this pic on Market in Kingstown, SVG. If you look really closely you'd see a hole in the flag.....lol.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOfci1CSYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aS5a1qt0S0U/s1600-h/ewrawer+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216188106159573378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOfci1CSYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aS5a1qt0S0U/s320/ewrawer+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foggy day in SVG...same location as before. (on market)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOfdL2CLKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DwePRAHrZGw/s1600-h/ewrawer+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216188117169613986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOfdL2CLKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DwePRAHrZGw/s320/ewrawer+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Bequia.....view from somewhere in Choppins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOfdrDtEGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rqbejDujKpk/s1600-h/Pic+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216188125548449890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOfdrDtEGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rqbejDujKpk/s320/Pic+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The view from my house.....Fort Charlotte is somewhere in there. Probably the size of SVG on the world map but it's there man.....You see the peak in the middle of the photo? well in them regions...wow! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216196163339635890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOmxiKdTLI/AAAAAAAAABE/sMHz0lUmm7Q/s320/Pic+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Full moon (or something so) from outside my window......he he he........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216196175426553442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOmyPMNBmI/AAAAAAAAABM/26HbvfuibOc/s320/Pictk+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunset from my porch...pretty eh? Now all I need is some rum and a *cough* LOL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216196182577120754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOmyp1CBfI/AAAAAAAAABU/yhYck6B8wq8/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well there you have it for now......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm going to indulge myself in trans fat and carbohydrates....all in abundance baby!.....wooooh!!! Sugar, couch, remote here I come.........Vacation officially starts here................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-1804646589666005895?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1804646589666005895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1804646589666005895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1804646589666005895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1804646589666005895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/06/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SGOfb7dAA3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/0Br8MnANsDU/s72-c/ewrawer+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-2809738733759475667</id><published>2008-06-03T09:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:21:01.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leavin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesse Mccartney'/><title type='text'>Music Video: "Leavin"- Jesse Mccartney</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/qrbLv8RhSQ/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/qrbLv8RhSQ/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/rhojmusic/video/JcnXGN9h/jesse_mccartney_leavin_high_quality_video_jesse_mccartn/"&gt;LEAVIN (HIGH QUALITY VIDEO) - Jesse Mccartney - Jesse Mccartney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-2809738733759475667?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2809738733759475667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=2809738733759475667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/2809738733759475667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/2809738733759475667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/06/music-video-leavin-jesse-mccartney.html' title='Music Video: &quot;Leavin&quot;- Jesse Mccartney'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-9190870683487960173</id><published>2008-06-01T09:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:57:25.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Video: "Take a bow"- Rihanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/0Hkffyjtj3/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/0Hkffyjtj3/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/spliffette/video/Bggk7DC2/rhianna_take_a_bow_music_video/"&gt;Take A Bow - Rhianna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-9190870683487960173?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/9190870683487960173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=9190870683487960173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/9190870683487960173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/9190870683487960173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/06/music-video-take-bow-rihana.html' title='Music Video: &quot;Take a bow&quot;- Rihanna'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-3796941261745882112</id><published>2008-05-31T09:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:13:53.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Video: "Walking on air"- Kerli</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/HgM-5vPsqu/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/HgM-5vPsqu/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/kerli/video/njDLdAPU/kerli_walking_on_air_music_video/"&gt;Walking On Air - Kerli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-3796941261745882112?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3796941261745882112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=3796941261745882112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3796941261745882112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3796941261745882112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-video-walking-on-air-kerli.html' title='Music Video: &quot;Walking on air&quot;- Kerli'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8583449079919272870</id><published>2008-05-30T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:27:48.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Video: "Love in this club"- Usher ft. Young Jeezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/gD0S1IorR_/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/gD0S1IorR_/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/zaan/video/w0lpxYpw/usher_feat_young_jeezy_love_in_this_club_official_video_pr/"&gt;Love In This Club (Official Video Premiere) - Usher Feat. Young Jeezy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-8583449079919272870?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8583449079919272870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8583449079919272870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8583449079919272870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8583449079919272870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-video-love-in-this-club-usher-ft.html' title='Music Video: &quot;Love in this club&quot;- Usher ft. Young Jeezy'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8094150819578923446</id><published>2008-05-21T22:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:14:07.362-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math Exam'/><title type='text'>See you next year</title><content type='html'>From the day I developed long term memory to now, I have never had a worst day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fought the hardest battle today and I lost. I let a stupid hard Math exam defeat me. I gave up because I had no ounce of determination left in me to try. I was too frustrated and saw an attempt at answering any more questions as being futile. I just could not figure out what the answers were even if I knew how to solve a part of them.....I fought and I lost oh well............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time in my life that I have failed a subject unintentionally. The first time I failed a subject was waaaaay back in Form 3 and that was History. I refused to study and I got...well I fail....and that was only because I wanted the teachers to have no choice but to send me the 4Science because I did not want to do History for CXC..dey ain mus send me 4S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have heard no positive comment about the Cape Advanced Level Math exam. Trust me, if any of us did, that person was going to reeeeealy get it. The air around us baked in anger and iced with a few tears, a cup of f-notes and hints of frustrated 'You ain't seeing me again's. However laughter was the key ingredient. We scared some students, for after writing the worst exam in history we were laughing as if the world existed without Math. Plans were made to drive a bus next year, and the driver and conductor for "Hard ass" were assigned. The little man would be the conductor because he takes up less space and that means more people can be squeezed into the van, more money could be made and the funny man would be the driver, because it was his idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students were even celebrating and making the best of the moment as though it was their last day at College....you never know for some it just might be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day this will really hit me. Someday I am going to sit in silence think about what really happened today. Someday I'm going to bawl. Someday I'm going to crash. God has a plan and I believe that I needed to fail. I know that I said that I was motivated yesterday to do work but that motivation came on a little too late.  I needed to fail because I needed something drastic to kick me back on track of my goals. I have strayed so much off the road, for this term, that I just couldn't get myself out of the mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of the mud now and I'm awake. I'm nearer to the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that I was finally getting a weight off my sholder I just double it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways see you next year "Hard ass" Math exam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-8094150819578923446?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8094150819578923446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8094150819578923446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8094150819578923446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8094150819578923446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/see-you-next-year.html' title='See you next year'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8273678812830539227</id><published>2008-05-17T00:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:59:10.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever Music Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever'/><title type='text'>Music Video and lyrics: "Forever"- Chris Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="241"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/AsTFwF6W7P/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/AsTFwF6W7P/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="241" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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;Hey.. forever&lt;br /&gt;Hey Heey Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you and me&lt;br /&gt;Moving at the speed of light into eternity, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the night&lt;br /&gt;To join me of the middle of ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Feel the melody and the rhythm of the music go 'round you Go 'round you&lt;br /&gt;I'ma take you there..&lt;br /&gt;I'ma take you there&lt;br /&gt;So don't be scared when I'm right here, baby&lt;br /&gt;We can go anywhere.. go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;But first it's your chance to take my hand come with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I waited my whole life for this one night&lt;br /&gt;It's gon be me, you, and the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we only got one night&lt;br /&gt;Double your pleasure double your fun&lt;br /&gt;And dance forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever (Forever)&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like we're on another level, girl&lt;br /&gt;Feels like our love's intertwined&lt;br /&gt;We can be two rebels&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' the rules me and you, you and I&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is watch me [watch me]&lt;br /&gt;Look what I can do with my feet [my feet]&lt;br /&gt;Baby feel the beat inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm drivin' you can take the front seat [ front seat]&lt;br /&gt;Just need you to trust me [trust me]&lt;br /&gt;Girl... girl... girl It's like I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I waited my whole life for this one night&lt;br /&gt;It's gon be me, you, and the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we only got one night&lt;br /&gt;Double your pleasure double your fun&lt;br /&gt;And dance forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever (Forever)&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever on the dance floor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's a long way down it's so high off the ground&lt;br /&gt;Sending for an angel to bring me your heart&lt;br /&gt;Girl where did you come from?&lt;br /&gt;Got me so undone&lt;br /&gt;Gazing your eyes got me saying&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful lady no ifs, ands or maybes&lt;br /&gt;I'm releasing my heart and spirit amazing&lt;br /&gt;There's no one else that matters you love me&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let you fall girl, let you fall girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I waited my whole life for this one night&lt;br /&gt;It's gon be me, you, and the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we only got one night&lt;br /&gt;Double your pleasure double your fun&lt;br /&gt;And dance forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever (Forever)&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever ever-ever&lt;br /&gt;Forever on the dance floor &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-8273678812830539227?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8273678812830539227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8273678812830539227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8273678812830539227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8273678812830539227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-video-and-lyrics-forever-chris.html' title='Music Video and lyrics: &quot;Forever&quot;- Chris Brown'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1955021628052092528</id><published>2008-05-16T22:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:21.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snogging limit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Math Exam</title><content type='html'>What's the worst thing that can happen to you during an exam? Apart from seeing things for the first time in your life and realizing that you are about to fail......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this afternoon while I was guessing an answer for my Math Unit 1 Multiple Choice Paper, using the ever so famous Eeenie meeenie miney moo children elimination game, I was rudely interrupted by the noisy crowd that gatherd just a few yards from my exam room. How am I supposed to know which answer the lady in the big read hat chose for me? Now why was this crowd gathered here? Only four things quickly gather a crowd at my College; free things, a dance off, an accident and a quarrel. Quarrels often end up in fights, like the one that let my poor rabbit away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently realized (like a few days ago...4 to be exact) that I have a snogging limit...Oh dear me...Ah vex ana....You might be wondering what a snogging limit is but in simply terms it's when kissing turns ugly. Poor me had to find that out the hard way. I'm there, you know, enjoying myself, (lovely afternoon that was), with this random guy (BTW Random guy= guy who's not my boyfriend), and I stopped to take a breather because I mean, I had to gasp for air. Random guy #1 was just leaving me breathless you see. That's when I realized that the my main ingredient to my afternoon snack was a little bit too tender to touch. After a closer examination, I realized why. I just told Random guy #1 to get lost because I was full. Had a wee bit too much desert that day. I just have to take them in smaller portions next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a Halo (a really cool sky phenomenon) today but unfortunatley I didn't have my camera with me and when I called Leona, my best friend, she didn't have hers either. Well that sucks. Below is a picture of one waaaaay back in High School (a year ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SC5TYDmE7wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VvkbIjXcpfg/s1600-h/HPIM0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201186292406480642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SC5TYDmE7wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VvkbIjXcpfg/s320/HPIM0560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you notice there's a dark cloudy area around the sun that is encircled by a ring of the rainbow colours. Not sure what type of coulds they are, but you can always google it and find out if you're interested in nature's cool phenomena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-1955021628052092528?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1955021628052092528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1955021628052092528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1955021628052092528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1955021628052092528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/math-exam.html' title='Math Exam'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/SC5TYDmE7wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VvkbIjXcpfg/s72-c/HPIM0560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1415515602705795531</id><published>2008-05-14T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:51:24.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus stop'/><title type='text'>Bus stop!!!!</title><content type='html'>“Bus stop. Bus stop! Ah say fo leave me here by the gap dey. Right here. Ey! Buh way me a see ya? Lef me here!!!!” a female passenger cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why didn’t the minibus stop?' That was the question that was on the tippy top of each passenger’s head in that minibus, including mine. I thought to myself “What really goin on here?” We later learnt that the driver of a popular 'College' minibus could not stop because he was trying to get the attention of the lady who was crawling in the needle point car ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;When the driver finally came to a stop just seconds after the female passenger bellowed her requests, we all learnt that the minibus had been hit. (Yes I was in van that got hit by a car and I didn’t know until we stopped about 5 minutes later. You ain see I coulda dead and I ain’t even know). From the minibus, we could see the woman arguing, she’s frustrated and seems to be a little scared for her hands are everywhere. In contrast, the driver of the minivan seems calm but obviously angry. So who’s wrong? I tried to listen to their conversation but it was impossible to hear anything that was going on outside from where I was seated as the music was too loud (as usual). Hands in the air, heads bobbing, lips moving and Vybz Cartel in singing. I peered my head out of the window to see the damage but all I saw was a dirt less patch on the side of the van. (That’s it? You cannot be serious?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my bag and paid the conductor on my way out saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Heh. Alyo does wuk hard”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah we does wuk hard” he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By closer examination the car made a little dent accompanied by a long horizontal line above the wheel. That poor road horse. Paint expensive ana. So who is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes ago, a passenger stopped the minivan after it had passed the bus stop causing the van to be pulled aside else where (in the middle of the road before a crossing, then at a corner just a few feet away). That’s when the snail overtook us and drew a line on the poor road horse. So who is wrong? The driver who did not offload passengers at a bus stop (which is the passenger’s fault btw. The poor man forget where he goin), but made a bad stop at a corner? Or is it the snail who apparently bought her license?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don’t know who’s wrong. I don’t really care. I’m not affected really. I did dun pay my passage and I gone bout my business. Some passengers didn’t even pay!&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I found myself in front of a computer screen in the Computing Lab at College. Doing what? Playing the Impossible Quiz of course. I never thought that I would be like all those boys who just sit around all day playing Halo (Some game). The Impossible Quiz in addictive, pointless, very tricky, very dumb. The highest we got was #92 (that was me :D), before a bomb exploded. I did say that it was pointless. It taught us a valuable lesson today; and that’s teamwork. So it wasn’t all a waste of our precious time, we learnt to work as a team, and they don’t have one of those courses at College. Yovaz!&lt;br /&gt;While I’m on the topic of learning, I’d like to say one thing: Guys say the weirdest things ever! Like today, I didn’t know that ‘tuff bubby’ existed. Did you? I mean how can a girl’s boobs be ‘tuff’ (tough)???? LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question. I was thinking what it was like to like someone who liked your best friend instead. I mean, how would you feel if you found out that he or she was calling your best friend and you were at home just day dreaming about him or her. That must hurt. Thank goodness I does only see that on tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-1415515602705795531?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1415515602705795531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1415515602705795531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1415515602705795531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1415515602705795531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/bus-stop.html' title='Bus stop!!!!'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7554388400178062629</id><published>2008-05-13T16:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:34:52.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forever'/><title type='text'>Music Video: "Forever"- Chris Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/AsTFwF6W7P/aus=" width="400" height="241" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" pv="2"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-7554388400178062629?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7554388400178062629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=7554388400178062629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7554388400178062629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7554388400178062629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-video-forever-chris-brown.html' title='Music Video: &quot;Forever&quot;- Chris Brown'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-4848698740252782035</id><published>2008-05-11T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:07:18.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ruby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Poem: Ruby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ride home was long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or so it seemed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The call was unbelievable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it was no dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unlike her body the air was cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't touch her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't look at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just sat there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a mere foot from her body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With only a board partitian separating us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And said nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remembered the day she had a stroke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that she refused to walk or couldn't walk again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt like that little girl again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afraid to go and peep in the bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afraid that whatever was under that sheet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would jump out at me and say "Boo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afraid that that memory of white and a distorted figure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would stick with me through life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And haunt me constantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldnt look at her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not even at the funeral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't look at my dear Grandmother's face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Under that sheet or in that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brown box when I know she's in heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or right there looking down at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After an hour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She slowly went under&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whole 6ft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And dirt covered that brown box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I cried when no one else did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried because she's gone and she's not coming back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They didn't because she was 95 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that she saw me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she knows how much I miss her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how much I hated to see them throw dirt on her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And take her to this deep dark hole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Rest In Peace.&lt;br /&gt;I never told her good bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because she'll never be truly gone.&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;&lt;em&gt;In loving memory of my dear Granny Ruby. We miss you but we know that you're in a safer place.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-4848698740252782035?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4848698740252782035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=4848698740252782035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4848698740252782035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4848698740252782035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem-ruby.html' title='Poem: Ruby'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-6594274750793902339</id><published>2008-05-05T20:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:19:22.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream world'/><title type='text'>Dream world....</title><content type='html'>8:40pm…Dream world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout life, God introduces people to your life. He gave us the gift of choice therefore it is up to us to decide whether we keep these people in our lives or not. Some of us make good choices, others don’t. God has sent me my bff, Leona and xbf, Curtis, and today I realized that these are two people that I should really keep close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona and I have had our downs, but true friends are those who can overcome that stage, make through the rough times together in one piece. Curtis on the other hand….let’s just say we are better as friends…Today Curtis told me that he dreamed that I had died and that he couldn’t save me because for some unfortunate reason he forgot how to save a life. I had stopped breathing. I was dead. (Let me remind you that I am talking about the dream here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is that less than 17 days ago Leona had a similar dream. She didn’t know how I had died. She didn’t know how and why she was the first in the school to know. She was looking for me at school although she knew that she’d never find me. Both dreams ended in tears (Real life and dream life). What on earth do these dreams mean? I am officially freaked out! It is said that when one dreams about such things something good is about to happen to the ‘dead’ person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the afternoon of the day Leona told me of the dream I received my camera (Finally!!!.........It pretty pink!!!). So does this mean that something good is about to happen as well some time soon. (I better play Lotto or 3D from tomorrow). No matter what I am a bit scared. Here’s my link between the two dreams….It appears as tho’ they are moving back in time. Like scenes of a movie from end to beginning. Curtis was at the scene of my death. He didn’t know how I died and exactly what caused me to stop breathing. (No air….love that song) He couldn’t save me. I died. For some strange reason Leona was the first to know of this sad news, but didn’t believe so went looking for me in school, no one could tell her where I was…she never found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know these are just dreams but I’m a bit scared and saddened yet at the same time a little happy. What on earth is going on? The ironic thing about the dreams is that these two dreams appeared at times when I had been feeling great desires to die, don’t get me wrong, not to kill myself, just to die. I never told anyone this because I didn’t want anyone to worry about me. I wondered what the world would be like minus one. My thoughts were rather selfish because I only considered the effects on only one person; me. I hadn’t thought about my friends, and family. It seems as tho’ God is sending me messages (Unless I’m going mad). The people that care about me a lot would really miss me and it would be unfair to them just to even consider me not being here; that’s no the way to go. It is said that you never know what you have or how much something really means to you until it’s gone. Luckily in this case it was only a dream. We should thank God because tons of other people are not this fortunate. *sighs* (BTW I could really tek on a good long bump right about now man)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-6594274750793902339?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6594274750793902339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=6594274750793902339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6594274750793902339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6594274750793902339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-world.html' title='Dream world....'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1738890312807302945</id><published>2008-05-02T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:01:45.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another day at College'/><title type='text'>Another Day at College</title><content type='html'>1:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in class recapping on the last 20 minutes of my life. I couldn’t really pay attention to my lecturer now could I? I have so much to think about….food….skankism…..hungry belly me…..relieve-my-stress-day…food…get the pic? Well unfortunately my appointment didn’t go so well, only because my specimen wasn’t a skank (like myself…thinking of entering the industry of skankism…don’t bother ask). Oh well look who’s here…..ok well I guess my day isn’t really over then…still have a chance.. 1:40pm Go bai bai. Ok nvm. Damnit. Well that sucks! Guess it isn’t really my day after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:51pm&lt;br /&gt;I’m hungry…oh there he is. You know what nevermind. I’m still in class. Stupid of me to skip lunch today. I think I’m hallucinating, cuz I’m sure my tummy just said “Grrrrrr”. I need food. See you later sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality check. What am I really thinking/doing???!!! More thinking tho I ain’t doing anything, unfortunately. Class is so boring…not really, idk. I not really paying attention. As usual. (singing to myself…..dream, dream, dream, dream….all I want to do is dream, dream, dream, dream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:28pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice nap. As soon as I got home I went straight to my bed. I was really tired from doing only God knows. I felt vomitish too, ewe! I think I’m sick. Something is wrong. What on earth I going on in that grey matter of mine??!! OMG!! I think my nerve cells are having a fiesta up there because I am lost and confused no bogurs…. Today I realized how much control I really have on the way my body reacts to certain things….umm NONE (Am I supposed to have any at all?) I mean I know I was sitting next to this cute-just want to (shhh)-real sexy-dude, who was talking to me, although sometimes I couldn’t hear what he was saying because we were in class (I caught on afterwards tho’), but was that a good enough reason for my handwriting to degrade itself to the dogs or for my hands to shake so much while I was writing? I was like a washing machine, OH MY GOODIES! Or was it because my ex-boyfriend was in the same room with me? I’ll have the cute dude to go please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I be like an orangutan? I mean all they do is…and go bout dey business, no emotions involved what so ever. The females get pregnant tho’, that’s a downside. I think they should really consider using condoms (but then how their population would grow?...oh nvm then) Can’t really say that for humans because they already do (use condoms). Well maybe they should cut off their you-know-what (yeah after I’m done with it) so that our population would decrease and that would mean more food for me. Boy! I miss my counselor….Anyways I hope to be Rihanna in my next life and that’s only because I could get to bump Chris Brown whenever I please! I still love you!!!! It’s only because of CB ana cuz right about now I got more assets than her (top and bottom!) and my forehead ain’t so high. Plus there are tons of other people who have a wider singing range than she does. Unfortunately all those other singers don’t have CB soooo………………I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Chris Brown that is...who cares about anyone else???!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-1738890312807302945?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1738890312807302945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1738890312807302945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1738890312807302945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1738890312807302945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-day-at-college.html' title='Another Day at College'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8671357706349768516</id><published>2008-04-25T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:44:26.455-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hurt Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Poem: Hurt Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that you’ve got your girl&lt;br /&gt;And that’s oh so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;I only have one problem.&lt;br /&gt;I’m still in love with you and you with me.&lt;br /&gt;Now as the world gets older&lt;br /&gt;My love only gets stronger&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that someday&lt;br /&gt;I will decide that it’s time to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you’ve got your girl&lt;br /&gt;And that’s oh so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;But ever since we broke up&lt;br /&gt;I have been the epicenter of your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Now as the world gets older&lt;br /&gt;My love only gets stronger&lt;br /&gt;My heart is more pain than ever&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that someday&lt;br /&gt;When the pain becomes unbearable&lt;br /&gt;It will say:&lt;br /&gt;“Time to let you go!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a blessing when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a calm wave less ocean.&lt;br /&gt;But you can only sleep for so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-8671357706349768516?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8671357706349768516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8671357706349768516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8671357706349768516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8671357706349768516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/poem-hurt-heart.html' title='Poem: Hurt Heart'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7622944278849379920</id><published>2008-04-20T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:43:28.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning to swin'/><title type='text'>Poem: Learning to swim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;The land kisses the sea and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;I lay there with my dingy keeping my head above the water.&lt;br /&gt;The waves making my body bounce&lt;br /&gt;While I reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to stay away form the shore&lt;br /&gt;But the breaking waves draw me closer.&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to stay where my feet touched the bottom&lt;br /&gt;So that if my dingy fails me&lt;br /&gt;I’d be able to stand and not drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay there and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Should I write his name in the sand?&lt;br /&gt;Should I do what my dearest friend once did?&lt;br /&gt;I found a stick and spelt your name on the sand&lt;br /&gt;One letter at a time&lt;br /&gt;Before a swash, after a backwash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floating is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;If only I can swim on my own.&lt;br /&gt;If only what kept me alive all this time&lt;br /&gt;Would just let me go to be free.&lt;br /&gt;Like my dingy, free&lt;br /&gt;To swim on my own.&lt;br /&gt;To depend on no one for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I leave with many questions and uncertainties.&lt;br /&gt;When will the land kiss the sea and vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;Will my heart eventually let you go?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to keep my head above water even without your love?&lt;br /&gt;I await the day to be able to swim on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand between my toes, under my feet,&lt;br /&gt;The sun setting over the horizon, beautiful reflection on water,&lt;br /&gt;The waves making a soft melody, almost to gentle to be touched,&lt;br /&gt;All know how much I want to learn to swim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-7622944278849379920?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7622944278849379920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=7622944278849379920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7622944278849379920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7622944278849379920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/poem-learning-to-swim.html' title='Poem: Learning to swim'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-5486574767699735410</id><published>2008-04-18T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:42:14.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='At the Bus stop'/><title type='text'>Poem: At the bus stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stood there waiting for him to cross the road,&lt;br /&gt;But he never came.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go over and to meet him&lt;br /&gt;But by the time I got there it was too late,&lt;br /&gt;For he already caught a bus to town.&lt;br /&gt;The city of lights and all things gleeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stood there at the Bus Stop and waited either for him to return&lt;br /&gt;Or for the van that he caught to return.&lt;br /&gt;Many vans passed.&lt;br /&gt;All except the one I was waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it had started to rain&lt;br /&gt;I figured that God was sending me a message.&lt;br /&gt;The van wasn’t coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Dad wasn’t coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Why did he go without me?&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me straight in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;Although it felt as tho he looked straight past me.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t he recognize his own daughter only a few feet away?&lt;br /&gt;He simply went to town without me.&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;That’s why he hadn’t crossed the road to get me,&lt;br /&gt;Because I wasn’t there at the Bus Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8647131680855059426-5486574767699735410?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/5486574767699735410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=5486574767699735410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5486574767699735410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/5486574767699735410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/poem-at-bus-stop.html' title='Poem: At the bus stop'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-4638226633330036297</id><published>2008-04-16T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:34:28.868-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The simple things'/><title type='text'>Poem: The simple things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The simple laugh that makes me happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple smile that reassures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple gesture that makes me weak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple look that makes me stutter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple touch that gives me chills,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That simple kiss that leaves me breathless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simply hug that makes me feel secure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple words that leave me speechless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the simple things you do to make my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-4638226633330036297?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4638226633330036297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=4638226633330036297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4638226633330036297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4638226633330036297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/poem-simple-things.html' title='Poem: The simple things'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-6529576368051107672</id><published>2008-04-15T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:43:13.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Video: "Bleeding love"- Leona Lewis</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/2qUrzZLD5N/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/2qUrzZLD5N/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/s6fsMuB/video/cwV0wfT9/leona_lewis_bleeding_love_us_version_music_video/"&gt;Bleeding Love (US Version) - Leona Lewis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-6529576368051107672?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6529576368051107672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=6529576368051107672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6529576368051107672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6529576368051107672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/music-video-bleeding-love-leona-lewis.html' title='Music Video: &quot;Bleeding love&quot;- Leona Lewis'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-1808843237558142580</id><published>2008-04-14T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:31:15.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes he wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Poem: Sometimes he wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes he wishes that his family was more loving and less hostile.&lt;br /&gt;That someday they’d all get along just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he wishes that people would show him just a little more love.&lt;br /&gt;And that theyd appreciate him a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he wishes that he could stop feeling so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;That he had someone to love and to love him all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he wishes that he had a real father.&lt;br /&gt;So that he can have that father-son relationship he always desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he wishes that he had fewer flaws,&lt;br /&gt;So that people won’t leave him to stand alone in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he doesn’t want his wishes to come true&lt;br /&gt;Because then life would be too perfect and that’s no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes he prays that his wishes do come true.&lt;br /&gt;At least one or a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He prays that God would let him know&lt;br /&gt;If there’s anything that he can do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;wishes need a little bit of help themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-1808843237558142580?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/1808843237558142580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=1808843237558142580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1808843237558142580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/1808843237558142580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/poem-sometimes-he-wishes.html' title='Poem: Sometimes he wishes'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-6317338885511992266</id><published>2008-04-12T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:29:56.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Together'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Poem: Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day and night will never be together,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you love each other.&lt;br /&gt;But we’re neither night nor day&lt;br /&gt;Because we both know in our hearts that we were meant to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be thousands of miles away.&lt;br /&gt;But I think about you each and every single day&lt;br /&gt;And as the sun rises and sets&lt;br /&gt;I know that someday we’d finally physically be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that day comes&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell and show how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;And how I really care because&lt;br /&gt;Words alone won’t do.&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll marry you&lt;br /&gt;And we’d have kids&lt;br /&gt;And grow old…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-6317338885511992266?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/6317338885511992266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=6317338885511992266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6317338885511992266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/6317338885511992266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/poem-together.html' title='Poem: Together'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-524497690428715503</id><published>2008-04-10T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:28:00.715-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open your eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Poem: Open you eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open your eyes and look at me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m here and I‘m willing to love you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m willing to sacrifice,&lt;br /&gt;Share, and give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in your arms and I’m in love.&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes and I’m fighting.&lt;br /&gt;I want you.&lt;br /&gt;I need you,&lt;br /&gt;And you need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold me closer.&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice and warm.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes as I’m about to kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;Soft and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can finally win your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Win your heart with this kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this kiss can open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;So that you can see that happiness is standing right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;I am in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the power of the kiss&lt;br /&gt;I am falling.&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and catch me.&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t let me fall and get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a game so don’t get me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;But have I won?&lt;br /&gt;Have you opened your eyes?&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/8647131680855059426-524497690428715503?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-7133108654874460759</id><published>2008-04-08T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:22:59.521-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>This World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This world is mean&lt;br /&gt;This world is cruel&lt;br /&gt;This world just can’t keep its hands to itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a test of moral values&lt;br /&gt;It reveals who you really are&lt;br /&gt;Or who you’re not,&lt;br /&gt;Or who you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reveals your level of respect&lt;br /&gt;For self&lt;br /&gt;And for others&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious&lt;br /&gt;But not that stupid&lt;br /&gt;I took one step forward hesitated a little&lt;br /&gt;Then backed up enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was enough space&lt;br /&gt;Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a test&lt;br /&gt;And I failed&lt;br /&gt;No matter how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t the worst but&lt;br /&gt;They won’t see it in that light.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just as bad as any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some extent&lt;br /&gt;I don’t regret failing&lt;br /&gt;For I gained a lot of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience is the greatest teacher,&lt;br /&gt;It makes its students wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;I know how much this world respects me&lt;br /&gt;I know now how this world goes aroud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I don’t know is who I am&lt;br /&gt;Who I was&lt;br /&gt;Who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;And who I will become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that’s why I failed that test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;Can you help?&lt;br /&gt;I am one&lt;br /&gt;And I am not ready for what this world has to offer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-7133108654874460759?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/7133108654874460759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=7133108654874460759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7133108654874460759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/7133108654874460759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-world.html' title='This World'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-8546483011284873965</id><published>2008-04-08T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:22:21.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='November 24th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>November 24th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It warmed my heart to see you there&lt;br /&gt;Although I knew it couldn’t have been you&lt;br /&gt;Now the place where you sat is just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be filled, to be occupied&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on me to find that special someone to take your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting since then&lt;br /&gt;I’m still waiting&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And the day after that&lt;br /&gt;And the day after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything takes time.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll probably be waiting forever&lt;br /&gt;But forever doesn’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;That means that there is some hope.&lt;br /&gt;As little as there may be&lt;br /&gt;There is still hope that someday&lt;br /&gt;I won’t have to be waiting anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could only mean one thing tho’&lt;br /&gt;…that I’m still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Even though I deny it for the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can’t have you now,&lt;br /&gt;Nor tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Or the day after that&lt;br /&gt;How about never?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I could tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t&lt;br /&gt;Cuz’ you’ve moved on and I haven’t&lt;br /&gt;And that’ll just make me look dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-8546483011284873965?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/8546483011284873965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=8546483011284873965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8546483011284873965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/8546483011284873965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/november-24th.html' title='November 24th'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-2002169878673850762</id><published>2008-04-06T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:20:46.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damsel in distress'/><title type='text'>Damsel in distress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you miss someone who doesn’t really exist?&lt;br /&gt;Is that really possible?&lt;br /&gt;Then can you tell me why I really feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Do yo know what I want?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that I’m bored here all by myself?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I’m over my most recent crush, Blue?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the little hope that he’d like me someday, that which was left inside of me, totally disappeared?&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t care if he does or doesn’t.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how good that feels?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I’m depressed, clueless, queer and alone?&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I was really bored?&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I was lost the other day?&lt;br /&gt;When I went out looking for someone to love?&lt;br /&gt;I am poor.&lt;br /&gt;I have no money.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I really want for Christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;Cheddar.&lt;br /&gt;I love him.&lt;br /&gt;You think maybe he’d love me back?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;Who loves a naked mole rat anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-2002169878673850762?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/2002169878673850762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=2002169878673850762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/2002169878673850762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/2002169878673850762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/damsel-in-distress.html' title='Damsel in distress'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-3074317319066666941</id><published>2008-04-04T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:18:39.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What bothers me the most'/><title type='text'>What bothers me the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are these little things that bother me&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to speak about them&lt;br /&gt;They depress me yes they do&lt;br /&gt;But I shall tell no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My closest friends and family&lt;br /&gt;Shall not know about&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me the most.&lt;br /&gt;No one but God and I.&lt;br /&gt;I hide my face just thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about it I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how much I want to tell you&lt;br /&gt;How much I want to write it down&lt;br /&gt;But you’re just a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;That can be read by many.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s too great of a risk that I’m not willing to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because I can’t tell you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be hurt even more if I tell you&lt;br /&gt;So I’m sorry my love&lt;br /&gt;But you cannot know about&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me the most&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/8647131680855059426-3074317319066666941?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3074317319066666941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=3074317319066666941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3074317319066666941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/3074317319066666941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-bothers-me-most.html' title='What bothers me the most'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8647131680855059426.post-4156945108770195442</id><published>2008-04-02T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:14:35.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgive me boys'/><title type='text'>Forgive me boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me boys&lt;br /&gt;For having a heart&lt;br /&gt;For thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt;When we’re apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the crazy things I do&lt;br /&gt;To show that I care&lt;br /&gt;For saying “I miss you”&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fussin’ and frettin’&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mean to annoy&lt;br /&gt;But really and truly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you get on my last nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the times that I’ve hurt you&lt;br /&gt;Please know&lt;br /&gt;That I never meant to&lt;br /&gt;And never forget each time,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;That I’ll always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t a sin&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you guys make it seem that way,&lt;br /&gt;So please, forgive me boys anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's a poem i wrote sometime ago. (I=CO)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8647131680855059426-4156945108770195442?l=pinkfourteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/feeds/4156945108770195442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8647131680855059426&amp;postID=4156945108770195442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4156945108770195442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8647131680855059426/posts/default/4156945108770195442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkfourteen.blogspot.com/2008/05/forgive-me-boys.html' title='Forgive me boys'/><author><name>Lunakeys</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15588485353902542328</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A7Bc217STsU/S4aOFxBiGWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/3U67nOD_Qpg/s1600-R/writing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
