<?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-4802938243774428879</id><updated>2012-01-28T10:50:16.511-06:00</updated><category term='anorexia'/><category term='songs'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='phones'/><category term='broken hearts'/><category term='foolish'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='lord'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='wishing'/><category term='you'/><category term='sex'/><category term='people'/><category term='favorite things'/><category term='pain'/><category term='nerves'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='heartbreak'/><category term='cruel waiting'/><category term='love'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='innovations'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='friends'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-7630829851480189994</id><published>2011-10-06T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:02:57.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chiztina.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/autumn-leaves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://chiztina.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/autumn-leaves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Disclaimer: Try to ignore the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in my head reflected in the blog post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I didn't go through with the 30 day challenge. What does that say about me?&lt;br /&gt;not that your opinion matters.&lt;br /&gt;Its October, (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;yeah genius, like nobody knew that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) and its Autumn (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;really, are you really doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) and the first sight that greets me when I step out of my house is (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;not a half naked, balding potbellied&amp;nbsp;neighbor&amp;nbsp;putting up Halloween decorations, thank heavens, NOT that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;) brown-ness. Yes you heard me. &lt;b&gt;Brown-ness&lt;/b&gt;. All the green leaves that gave outdoor that summer&amp;nbsp;picturesqueness (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;and I don't care if that word was used in proper&amp;nbsp;grammatical&amp;nbsp;sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;look, lay on the floor. Brown. Dead and Dry&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Back to my neighbor, I kid you not, he already has Halloween skeletons and bloodied ghosts hanging in his driveway (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;why should a ghost be drenched in blood anyway? Aren't they&amp;nbsp;translucent and transparent?&lt;/span&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Brown. Dead and Dry.&lt;br /&gt;That just makes me sad for absolutely no reason at all, don't even let me get started on how cranky I am.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Olu Maintain's &lt;i&gt;Nawti&lt;/i&gt; and sipping orange juice in a wine glass, cos&lt;strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;I am badass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; that's how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any non alcohol drinker who sips juice in wine glasses? I'm talking about slow sips, twirling and sniffing like you are at a Sommelier wine tasting party? No?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah me neither. I don't even know where that came from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*looks away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Juice break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #6aa84f;"&gt;12 minutes and a phone call later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I am back, and in a much better mood I must add.&lt;br /&gt;To prove my point and to observe normal blogging protocol, I am going to put a picture that absolutely has no correlation to whatever the blog post is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WALT50iJqSE/To5cN0KB5TI/AAAAAAAAAao/9ZGQ3JR_lL8/s1600/food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WALT50iJqSE/To5cN0KB5TI/AAAAAAAAAao/9ZGQ3JR_lL8/s1600/food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;That's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend has been missing for a few days now. She suddenly disappeared off twitter, facebook, of course I didn't realize all these, until she disappeared off bbm. Like she literally just disappeared off my bbm contact list, then I realized she had deactivated her twitter AND facebook accounts (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;smart girl! i've always wanted to disappear like this too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me. Like Chris did RiRi, it hit me (&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Omg Sweetness, how low could you get? Really? Chris? RiRi? that was just so uncalled for, jeez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then it dawned on me, that I didn't know anything personal about this acquaintance of mine. Like of course, we talk about men, our jobs, places, movies all the time, but that was it. I knew she was a Sales Rep for some firm downtown, she went to the same college as me, she has a boyfriend she is having slight issues with, an ex who's proposal she was actually considering... I mean I knew the most intimate details of her life, yet we never bothered exchanging addresses, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;the Starbucks close to Ottawa University was such a &lt;i&gt;convenient&lt;/i&gt; meeting spot&lt;/span&gt;. We don't have each other's phone numbers (&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;why call when there's social networking right?) &lt;/i&gt;I don't know any member of her family or her friends and she&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;know anybody on my side. &lt;b&gt;We don't even have mutual friends on Facebook!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last I heard from her was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;''I told him its ova... he is as crazy as f*ck. He hit me!!!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 13 days ago, I shouldn't be worried right?&lt;br /&gt;Especially since I know she's one to take spontaneous unplanned road trips out of town, or head to Las Vegas for a week... Her surname on Facebook is 'Amour' like: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;Real name Amour.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;That's like calling myself &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sweetness&lt;/span&gt; on Facebook, my point is &lt;b&gt;I dont even know her full name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to the question,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many SNF's have you got?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Social Networking Friends. You met online on blogger or twitter, after a few weeks comments, posts, tweets and retweets&amp;nbsp;strengthened&amp;nbsp;the bond. A month later Bbm pins, yahoo, MSN&amp;nbsp;chat rooms&amp;nbsp;made keeping in touch easier (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-style: italic;"&gt;Speaking of which, does anyone actually use yahoo messenger anymore?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Skype on weekends completed the symphony. But if all of these Social networking platforms were to be taken away from you, that friendship would disappear along with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;How many? Do let me know in the comment section, as I proceed to get mailing addresses and home phone numbers of my SNFs. I kid, I kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Or am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://indianfusion.aglasem.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/online-social-networking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://indianfusion.aglasem.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/online-social-networking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But really no body sips apple juice in a wine glass???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been real guys! Have an awesome weekend! x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Still going to publish the post anyway, even though editing the 1st part where I was ranting seems like a very good idea. Ah! but oh well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-7630829851480189994?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/7630829851480189994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=7630829851480189994&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7630829851480189994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7630829851480189994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2011/10/falling-leaves.html' title='Falling leaves'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WALT50iJqSE/To5cN0KB5TI/AAAAAAAAAao/9ZGQ3JR_lL8/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-4969147917234107192</id><published>2011-08-14T20:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:41:50.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 day challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vcV3T9eC4RE/Tekr6o8SRrI/AAAAAAAABc8/Vqh2rHl-ypA/s1600/tumblr_ljtxbp23uf1qaxu1bo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vcV3T9eC4RE/Tekr6o8SRrI/AAAAAAAABc8/Vqh2rHl-ypA/s640/tumblr_ljtxbp23uf1qaxu1bo1_500.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Will start tomorrow, for lack of anything else to blog about....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-4969147917234107192?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/4969147917234107192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=4969147917234107192&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4969147917234107192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4969147917234107192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-day-challenge.html' title='30 day challenge'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vcV3T9eC4RE/Tekr6o8SRrI/AAAAAAAABc8/Vqh2rHl-ypA/s72-c/tumblr_ljtxbp23uf1qaxu1bo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-4263099535623464674</id><published>2011-04-06T10:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:50:21.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I find...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.techbanyan.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/hijab.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://www.techbanyan.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/hijab.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another special one for my &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/04/spread-message-spread-love.html"&gt;Shuga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been so busy with life... Some interesting things popping up here and there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social networking is slowly losing its grasp on me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My love for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;finding (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Go figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;hasn't&amp;nbsp;stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Guess what Sweettnesss found?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intersexions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I am hooked. If you loved &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shuga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, you will love &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intersexions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its South African and very relevant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never stress this enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very relevant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBzSTOfbT-c&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;Link 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not gonna put the video on my blog but the link is right there if you wanna watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Intersexions&lt;/b&gt;: It's not about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; you sleep with, it's about who &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;they've&lt;/span&gt; slept with...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Remember your ABCs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sweetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-4263099535623464674?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/4263099535623464674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=4263099535623464674&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4263099535623464674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4263099535623464674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-special-one-for-my-shuga-lovers.html' title='Things I find...'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-8437839896089660155</id><published>2011-03-04T12:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:29:54.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed or in awe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.desi-radio.com/pictures/YehVaadaRaha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.desi-radio.com/pictures/YehVaadaRaha.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I was barely six when i watched '&lt;i&gt;Yeh vaada raha&lt;/i&gt;' for the first time, i probably even didn't know how to pronounce the full name&lt;/span&gt; ( I have watched it over 30 times now and personally I thought it was the best Indian story ever made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #ffd966; color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then i grew older...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 15 or 16 when I read Danielle Steele's book &lt;i&gt;The promise &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ebooks-imgs.connect.com/product/400/000/000/000/000/126/102/400000000000000126102_s4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://ebooks-imgs.connect.com/product/400/000/000/000/000/126/102/400000000000000126102_s4.jpg" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 80 pages, i could predict how it was gonna end, it all seemed a bit too familiar. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;ich guy, Poor girl. Necklace, Promise to be together forever&lt;/span&gt;...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skip more pages, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Wicked mother in-law&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;elopement&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;accident&lt;/span&gt;!!! (&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;With a truck full of BRICKS and Iron Rods&lt;/span&gt;) ah, it was too much to handle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I dropped the book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was shattered, disappointed that one of the most intriguing Indian movies was a rip off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Was i really shattered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or in awe? I guess a bit of both emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, needless to say i continued reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And oh yes, nothing was changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; reconstructive surgery&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Karma&lt;/span&gt;, yup it all followed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As you all know, I am a sucker for old romantic movies, i feel like its Christmas when I find an old movie I have never watched, in black and white? Better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So i stumbled on &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Promise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, randomly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I say randomly because i wasn't looking&amp;nbsp; for it, i literally 'stumbled' on a box of old movies in the basement&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And i picked out &lt;i&gt;The Promise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="osl" style="color: black;"&gt; starring &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Kathleen Quinlan Stephen Collins, Beatrice Straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; , cos it was the only one i haven't seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ioffer.com/img/item/128/074/339/LbmOJMQANG5a5nZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.ioffer.com/img/item/128/074/339/LbmOJMQANG5a5nZ.jpg" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I didn't do the usual research I normally do before i watch a movie: reviews, star ratings, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;(i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt; do this cos if its not worth watching, i don't bother, too many other worthwhile things to do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Weellll, if only i did, i might have known that it was actually an adaptation of Danielle Steele's &lt;i&gt;The Promise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My day was MADE, it is such a beautiful movie for a 1979 movie, &lt;i&gt;Yeh Vaada raha&lt;/i&gt; was made in 1982 by the way ( Imagine! Years before my parents even met LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm ashamed to admit that i have watched it more than once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It has one of the best lines ever &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;'It's good that you can see your money was well spent' &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Go figure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I found out that there is an ASIAN adaptation!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jeez! Its also called &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Promise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.free-photo-download.info/movie/the-promise/thePromise_hug_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://www.free-photo-download.info/movie/the-promise/thePromise_hug_1280.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bv47C8rgoo0/S8jJK6LRFEI/AAAAAAAABsw/QNR5IGgE6K4/s1600/CD740_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bv47C8rgoo0/S8jJK6LRFEI/AAAAAAAABsw/QNR5IGgE6K4/s320/CD740_1.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and err... a Spanish version &lt;i&gt;Uma Promessa&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;When I found it, I realized its only a sub-dubbed version - but still!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Talk about most repeated story ever. I am patiently waiting for a Nollywood version&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am kidding, calm down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/3cqhhIe28OQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cqhhIe28OQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3cqhhIe28OQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just in-case you never read the book, or heard of the story, there's a little summary for you. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;'It's good that you can see your money was well spent'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh and &lt;i&gt;Yeh Vaada raha&lt;/i&gt; means, 'This is my promise'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pictures from the Indian version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkBf1ow-Z-I/Ry9W4stArrI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Celkl5HF6jA/s400/Yeh+Vaada+Raha+%285%29.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UkBf1ow-Z-I/Ry9W4stArrI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Celkl5HF6jA/s200/Yeh+Vaada+Raha+%285%29.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The evil mother&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s.chakpak.com/se_images/1814226_-1_564_none/yeh-vaada-raha-wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://s.chakpak.com/se_images/1814226_-1_564_none/yeh-vaada-raha-wallpaper.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;before the accident&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm253/blogspot_images/Yeh%20Vaada%20Raha/PDVD_044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm253/blogspot_images/Yeh%20Vaada%20Raha/PDVD_044.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;before the final surgery &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfmXeuspkaQ/SjAQ9ty-hYI/AAAAAAAAB-c/itZZTIWqIgQ/s400/a62.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfmXeuspkaQ/SjAQ9ty-hYI/AAAAAAAAB-c/itZZTIWqIgQ/s200/a62.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her new face&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-8437839896089660155?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/8437839896089660155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=8437839896089660155&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8437839896089660155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8437839896089660155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2011/03/disappointed-or-in-awe.html' title='Disappointed or in awe?'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bv47C8rgoo0/S8jJK6LRFEI/AAAAAAAABsw/QNR5IGgE6K4/s72-c/CD740_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-5757404398654559962</id><published>2011-02-28T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:39:23.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-5757404398654559962?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/5757404398654559962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=5757404398654559962&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/5757404398654559962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/5757404398654559962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2011/02/girls.html' title='Girls'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-2826410653505110363</id><published>2011-02-14T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T16:47:46.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9y-mkXj8mQ/TVmvgJIDbeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dYSaigeQXoI/s1600/m.j.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9y-mkXj8mQ/TVmvgJIDbeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dYSaigeQXoI/s320/m.j.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love the MJ one. #Deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a very relevant picture. Verbal abuse hurts as much as physical abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2J8xZ2KyADQ/TVmwSiGoORI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UgX6NVXuZRs/s1600/abuse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2J8xZ2KyADQ/TVmwSiGoORI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/UgX6NVXuZRs/s320/abuse.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;On a lighter note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZZednaGARE/TVmwU4riTtI/AAAAAAAAAaU/2kVW0S5FsfU/s1600/nicki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hZZednaGARE/TVmwU4riTtI/AAAAAAAAAaU/2kVW0S5FsfU/s320/nicki.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGcrYU0VnO8/TVmwWj5qtMI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zYZp1K5LNrI/s1600/twilight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGcrYU0VnO8/TVmwWj5qtMI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zYZp1K5LNrI/s320/twilight.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2EwoGyxJVBE/TVmwYFFJDBI/AAAAAAAAAac/m-LjXR7y8K0/s1600/CSI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2EwoGyxJVBE/TVmwYFFJDBI/AAAAAAAAAac/m-LjXR7y8K0/s320/CSI.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-2826410653505110363?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/2826410653505110363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=2826410653505110363&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2826410653505110363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2826410653505110363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2011/02/random.html' title='Random....'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9y-mkXj8mQ/TVmvgJIDbeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/dYSaigeQXoI/s72-c/m.j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-959765423332873301</id><published>2011-02-10T06:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T06:38:37.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunting eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ht_7vIy2WQ/TVPaDqX7c4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/zm38MZctSjc/s1600/eyes.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ht_7vIy2WQ/TVPaDqX7c4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/zm38MZctSjc/s320/eyes.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She has beautiful eyes yes?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the first time i saw this picture (the one on the left)&lt;br /&gt;But i know i liked it well enough to want to know more&lt;br /&gt;In 1984 photographer Steve McCurry took a picture of a 12-year-old Afghan refugee in a camp on the Afghanistan-Pakistan border.&lt;br /&gt;Her image (left)—first published on the cover of a 1985&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;National Geographic&lt;/em&gt;—became a symbol of the plight of refugees. It became the most used picture used for Afghan female refugees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know i've seen her picture about a hundred times on blogs, websites and all of that&lt;br /&gt;For 17 years the photographer tried to find the mystery “Afghan girl” again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2002 he succeeded—and again captured her on film (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She looks older than 29 to me in the 2nd pic.... &lt;br /&gt;Anyways&lt;br /&gt;He remembered her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;And she remembered the photographer &lt;br /&gt;So she must be the one right? Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lazy right now, that should explain my half baked post ::)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#CurrentListen: Maroon5- Never gonna leave this bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-959765423332873301?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/959765423332873301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=959765423332873301&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/959765423332873301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/959765423332873301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2011/02/haunting-eyes.html' title='Haunting eyes'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ht_7vIy2WQ/TVPaDqX7c4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/zm38MZctSjc/s72-c/eyes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-461354297366346947</id><published>2010-12-10T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T18:17:43.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.interracialgaysingles.net/images/interracialgaysingles/img.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.talkwedding.org/pictures/proposal1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.talkwedding.org/pictures/proposal1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;11:59pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Sunday evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The man of my dreams just asked me to marry him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I have fantasized about this since i discovered &lt;i&gt;Harlequin &lt;/i&gt;romance - no scratch that, somewhere in between&lt;i&gt; Disney&lt;/i&gt; movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;It was supposed to be like this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I never wanted the whole extravagant, ballroom set, decorations up, orchestra playing in the background-kinda proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;In fact it bordered very close to stupidity as far as i was concerned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I wanted something private, very intimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Probably my birthday, at my favourite restaurant. Right after dessert&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;My very own Prince Charming looks at me, and with all the love he can muster at the marvelous sight in front of him, goes down on one knee and surprises me by saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt; ‘&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;’will you marry me’’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Earth-to-Zaara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt; But here i was, at 11:59pm, this fateful Sunday evening, in the living room of the 3 bedroom apartment i share with my two best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I was wearing a white knee length house-robe over my pink La senza nightie, hair loosely held back with a black scrunchy in my oversized but sinfully confortable brown moc slippers – with a shocked expression on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;He said ‘’Lets just do it’’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;PAUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Not much of a proposal there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Not the way i had dreamed . Yet It felt so unreal, i felt the room spinning around me. I held on to the doorknob for support, took a deep breathe, turned around and looked at the hunk of gorgeousness before me. Kamal. My Kamal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;“Zaara, lets just do it’’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Okay Rewind to 10 minutes before now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I paused the episode of &lt;i&gt;Modern Family&lt;/i&gt; to pick up my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;9ice and Psquare &lt;i&gt;All the way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;It was Kamal. Weird because i spent the whole day at his place, he never mentioned coming over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;he wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘’helloooow kamaaal na, yane?’’&lt;/i&gt; i always emphasized on the maaal part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘’Lafiya lau Zee, where you at?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I could hear &lt;i&gt;Oleku&lt;/i&gt; Iceprince ft Brymo playing in the background, i could swear that was the song playing in his car when he dropped me at my place 2 hours ago. He sounded like Hershey's: chocolatey&amp;nbsp; husky&amp;nbsp; and sexy. I giggled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I could talk to this man on the phone forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;‘&lt;i&gt;’Im at home wallahi’’&lt;/i&gt; i took another scoop of the Ben and Jerry’s&amp;nbsp; caramel delight i had in front of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I really should stop this late night indulgence, its becoming a habit. And it all ends up in my ass. Not a good look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘’Im in front of your house – let me in’’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘’Whaat?’’&lt;/i&gt; I almost coughed out the last mouthful of ice cream i had in my mouth standing up and dropping the remote and my music player to the floor as i did. I didn’t pick them up, i ran to the window and peeked. Yup. There he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Wearing&amp;nbsp; a&amp;nbsp; brown turtleneck polo sweater and black pants. His blackberry pressed against his ears. He smiled when he saw me peeking through the drapes. My heart did a somersault as i said ‘’okay one minute’’ and hung up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I pulled the drapes,&amp;nbsp; checked my reflection on the mirror app on my phone, aargh i look like a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Thank God for the soft lightening in the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I looked at the clock. 11:50pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Hmm... 'My mama said' bells started ringing in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;What is this man doing in my house at midnight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Okay. Confession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I wasn’t completely honest in the first paragraph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebuzzinthecity.com/mag/http://www.thebuzzinthecity.com/mag/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/lancegross.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.thebuzzinthecity.com/mag/http://www.thebuzzinthecity.com/mag/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/lancegross.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When i said ‘my Kamal’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Okay really, its like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Phew. God, explaining this will be hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Okay technically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Kamal isn’t mine. He is not my boyfriend – he is actually my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Did i like him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Hell Yes. Since the first time i saw him. At&amp;nbsp; a Hospitality conference at the &lt;i&gt;Chateau Frantnec&lt;/i&gt; in Montreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;It was during the refreshment break, i was having a conversation with an old employer Gus, when this absolutely good looking brother came over to say hi to him, and Gus introduced us and fortunately or unfortunately (now thinking in retrospect) saw a couple and left us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;During our 20 minute conversation, i had a polite smile plastered to my face and intermittently glanced around casually surveying the rest of the meeting room acting totally uninterested at the 6 feet man that stood 4 feet away from me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;But my oh my. Never in my life have i ever seen a man who actually made me take a second glance. And a third.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He had this aura of self confidence that just made him look even better he did at first glance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;We spoke on a vast range of things, The weather, The meeting, Gus, Politics, The Sheraton's much publicized merge with The Four seasons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;His voice was deep and brooding,&amp;nbsp; with a baritone that made the words glide in such an effortless and intelligent way,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Never underestimate the power of meaningful face to face interactions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Did he like me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Of course he did. What were the odds of meeting someone you had so much in common with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;One German parent and one Nigerian Parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Both of us haven’t been to Nigeria in the last 10 years, we both worked for as Accountants for Canadian Hotels. He worked&amp;nbsp;at The &lt;i&gt;Westway&lt;/i&gt; and i worked at the&lt;i&gt; Marriott&lt;/i&gt; . Both of us have been in Ottawa since 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Well not everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kamal and I became the best of friends over the summer - couldn't believe we hadn't run into each other in our own city until we were in another and we found out we had more than just Hausa, German and&amp;nbsp;French in common&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;We actually went to the same primary school in Kaduna, &lt;i&gt;Turkish Internationa&lt;/i&gt;l, well he graduated before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;We were both allergic to sea food, had quit smoking two years before and we were both left handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;We both own complete seasons of The Cosby show and he even watched Def jam poetry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;So how could he not love me? Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Well Kamal was in a live in relationship with someone he really loved, someone i met about 3 months after our initial meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;3 months after 1st our meeting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I could swear that Kamal had double personality problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Sometimes when i was in the middle of telling him something really important, he'd be lost in thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Sometimes i could swear he wanted to ask me something very important, or tell me something really important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;but he always changed his mind right before he opened his mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Finally he got the courage to tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;No to &lt;i&gt;ask&lt;/i&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;We were at the Coliseum movie theater,&amp;nbsp; it was a cold day in December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;We had just watched Avatar, i was still going on about how i wanted to go to Pandora... and predicting that Avatar was going to be the Oscar movie that year. He was helping me into my Jacket. He seemed lost in thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Then all of a sudden he said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''I have something to show you'' I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt; adjusted my veil and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;looked up at him, He looked serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''What?" I asked, i was getting uncomfortably suspicious. He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;And my wild thoughts scrolled through my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Oh my God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;He is married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;He has a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #660000; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;He's an unmarried father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Calm down Calm down Zaara. Be positive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Maybe he just wants to show you, a picture of a ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Err... maybe not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;its too early for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;we are not even going out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I mean, he hasnt asked you out, or anything. You guys just spend all your free time together. He is always at your place all weekends, you watch movies together. He takes you grocery shopping. You have a box of old items in his basement cos you dont have space at your place....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;You call him everyday. He calls you everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;That doesnt mean you guys are a couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #38761d; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Maybe... he's gonna ask you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #990000; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Or maybe not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;"This'' He said. He handed me his phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;It was a picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Of a guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Oh my God. He has a child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;A boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;But wait, his child is white? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;His child was shirtless, and he had a hairy chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Wait a&amp;nbsp; minute. This is no child. This is a &lt;b&gt;Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;A man in his early 30s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;One fine looking blond, Blue eyes, nice abs, greater smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Was Kamal trying to hook me up with someone what the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Infact i should slap....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''That. is Martin my boyfriend. He wants to meet you''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;Back at Chestnut Drive. Apartment 2506, Later that day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''i still cannot believe this'' Grace, my close friend and house mate. She has been looking at me the past hour like she was expecting me to burst in flames and turn to ashes "Pomaa did you ever, even by mistake suspect that Kamal was gay''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''At all'' Pomaa answerd. Pomaa and I went to the University together ''remember when we used to say you were very lucky&amp;nbsp;, he had eyes for only you...''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''...i know ehn. we were even calling him perfect gentleman cos she was like he never tried any move on her'' Grace completed the statement for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Exactly. I was still wearing what i wore to the movie, sitting on the sofa with my two best friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The smell of kenke and shitoh filled the room, they were about having dinner, when i came in. The food lay unattended before us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''Oh my God, Zee and you broke up with Sadeeq because of this guy!'' Pomaa said, as if she was reading my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;"It wasn't because of Kamal, you this Pomaa sef, as if you didnt know they were having problems even before Kamal came into the picture'' Grace answered angrily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;They started arguing and stating facts. I was not paying attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I was on another realm entirely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Sadeeq. I didn't even want to think of that. I threw a relationship of 3 years away simply because i didn't want to be 'tied down'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;In other words, i didn't want to be the cheating partner, i wanted everything between me and Kamal to start with honesty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Given me and Sadeeq had our problems.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Cheat on me once, shame on you. Cheat twice, shame on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I had to end it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;And honestly, as soon as Kamal and I started spending time together, Everyone just seemed... irrelevant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;So indirectly it was because of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Oh ya salaam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Zarah Kabir! Na you be this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:OS1xTWKT73bEhM:http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1444/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1444R-262894.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:OS1xTWKT73bEhM:http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1444/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1444R-262894.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you think the series of unfortunate events you just read&amp;nbsp;made me delete Kamal from my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;you thought wrong. I dont know how it happened but we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;became closer friends.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Maybe it was because Kamal was totally oblivious of the fact that he had broken my heart.&amp;nbsp; He did not have the slightest idea that i actually felt something for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt; It surprised me. How could he not know that i liked him. Well apparently gay guys dont notice&amp;nbsp;it when girls throw these subtle hints, not that i was much of a hint thrower myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The first&amp;nbsp;time i met Martin was at&amp;nbsp;a dinner party me and&amp;nbsp;Pomaa were&amp;nbsp;having for Grace, right after New year, they had just come back from a romantic weekend get away in New-York.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Apparently Kamal had told him so much about me, how i was like the sister he never had, how he is himself around me. Ha! if only he knew. In the beginning i wasn't exactly honest when i&amp;nbsp;said, 'nice to meet you' Hell i disliked him, he looked like someone Straight&amp;nbsp;out of a Calvin Klein ad. The&amp;nbsp;picture did him no justice, He was like Greek god, if there were blond ones. And such a gentleman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;For the first time in my life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I understood defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;There was no competing here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Envy was new to me, and i was slowly embracing it. It was an ugly feeling. I have never wanted something i couldn't have. Never. Things fell in place for me, Always. Except this one time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Me and Martin finally got to talk, He was so open, and really funny. He was really excited about meeting someone from Kamals side, everyone in his family knew Kamal and they liked him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;So that was how Kamal saw me - Family. Great! This is worse than heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I can't really tell when my walls of anger and envy started falling down, but they did. Gradually&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Martin and Kamal became regular faces around our place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;They were opposite of all the stereotypes about gay couples, they acted more like buddies around us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;What baffled Grace and&amp;nbsp;Pomaa was the fact that me and Martin clicked like peanut butter and Jelly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Which was why his death was a&amp;nbsp;big blow to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kamal. How do i even start. In simple english Kamal was not en-route to recovery. He was not even trying to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;We all tried to be there for him. But i knew Kamal well enough to know that he wasn't going to get over the love of his life like that, especially since he blamed himself for driving the car that took Martin's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;It was a very ugly accident &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Martin died on the spot Kamal escaped with multiple fractures and a ruptured spleen. It was a terrible period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;His parents came to North America to see him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;That was when Kamal asked me for a favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;He needed me to lie along with him, he told his parents i was his girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;"What?! Kamal how could you? i &lt;b&gt;can't&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;lie to your parents &lt;i&gt;haba&lt;/i&gt;'' I was shocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;He winced, maybe from my words, or the pain that went through his body as he tried to sit up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I think it was both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I moved closer to help him sit up, placing the pillows behind him. I felt a migraine creeping in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''Zee, please, i beg you,&amp;nbsp; they will only be around for a few days...'' He winced with every word. It hurt to see him like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''Kamal but why should we lie? You can just say i'm your friend, we are like family now...''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''Zee, they have been asking me about my fiancee for a while now, sometime back i told them they would meet her whenever they came over... ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''&lt;i&gt;Kai ina&lt;/i&gt;, No way, Kamal i have a bad feeling about this. Kamal just tell them the &lt;b&gt;truth&lt;/b&gt;'' I stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;He shot me a dark look, bowed his head and sighed. &lt;i&gt;What was even thinking?&lt;/i&gt; I asked myself, was i even thinking at&lt;i&gt; all&lt;/i&gt;. How could i even suggest that he come clean to his parents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;God forbid! that would send his mom to her grave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Suddenly my whole outlook/bother line nonchalance acceptance to gay and lesbian relationships seemed like something from my previous life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Reality was here. Knocking at our door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Kamal's parents were coming in a few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;They were bringing all that we know with them, all that we've been brought up with. Tradition. Religion. Culture. A reminder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;A Knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Gay relationships are not even acknowledged talk more about accepted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;That's an ultimate death sentence. A big disgrace to the family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;An unspeakable shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;How could we forget? When did we forget?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Living a lie. Literally. Accepting it. Embracing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;It was a whole hour before any of us spoke again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;"Zee who else can do this for me? No one except you''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;A week after Kamal was discharged from the hospital, his parents&amp;nbsp; were returning to Nigeria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;It was the most unsettled period of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Ladies, want to lose weight fast? Skip the gym, throw out the pills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Try living a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Like literally breathing lies. speaking in lies. Smiling a lie. Laughing a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;It started with removing Martins pictures from their shared apartment. It was stress. Everyone thought i lost so much weight because of the whole incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;It was solely because i was lying to two loving people who took me like their daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;They ended all their sentences with a prayer and&amp;nbsp; a blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;God i was &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;bleeding&lt;/span&gt; inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Somehow without words, Kamal understood the torture i was going through. As soon as we were left alone. He'd start telling me it was almost over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I almost broke down when we took them to the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The prayers never ended, The wedding plans started getting mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The plan was that Kamal was going to call his parents a few weeks after they got to Nigeria to tell them that we had broken up due to some irreconcilable differences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Lie upon lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;We told more lies to keep up with the last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Conveniently skipping the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Not once was Martins name mentioned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.interracialgaysingles.net/images/interracialgaysingles/img.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.interracialgaysingles.net/images/interracialgaysingles/img.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Kamal went to Nigeria for the first time in 10 years that summer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;For some reason he had postponed the 'breakup phonecall' to his mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I just needed him to hurry up and lift the weight from my shoulders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;He felt it was going to be better if he told them in person and since he was going for his younger sister's wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;this was the right time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;When Kamal came back, we had a little welcome back party for him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I left a little early, told everyone at the party it was the end of the hotel season and i had accounts to close, which were due the following week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Honestly i just needed to get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I had episodes of Modern Family i wanted to catch up on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Not to mention my insatiable icecream craving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;PRESENT TIME, PRESENT DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''What are you talking about Kamal?"&amp;nbsp; I was surprised at how calm my voice sounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I was a wreck of a billion nerves standing infront of him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;2010 is my year of Shockers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I leaned back against the door, He came closer and took my hand in his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''Think about it this way, all we told my parents wouldn't be a lie. You've always talked about how marriage should be based more on Friendship than love. Zee, you are my best friend, we don't have secrets, We can really make this work'' He looked so happy, like he had just found the cure for breast cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I took my hands away from his. Okay this guy is going mad, I glanced at my phone. 911 is on my speed dial number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;'' it still doesn't change anything'' I gave him a knowing look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;He looked at me puzzled, as if he was asking what i was talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''You are gay, how can we get married? Just listen to yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''Zee, Pomaa told me - she told&amp;nbsp; me everything'' He was not joking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Pomaa! way to go girl, way to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;''She what? look Kamal, that was a long time ago, before i knew about you and Martin, besides what makes you think i want to spend the rest of my life with a gay guy anyway?!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;He went pale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;His face went through a few transformations. Shock. Hurt. Anger. Disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Umm... Okay maybe i shouldn't have said the last part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Or maybe it needed to be said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I was suddenly scared. He looked like a stranger. I have never seen this side of Kamal. I put my hands on my chest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;He walked to the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;He stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;My heart was thumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He opened the door, and walked out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;The door closed with a bang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;without thinking, i rushed to it and locked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I looked at the clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;12:14am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I am not sure about a few things that happened this year&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;but i am sure of this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;I just lost a friend. Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;''&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Same-sex sexual activity in Nigeria is illegal according to Chapter 21,  Articles 214 and 217 of the Nigerian penal code and can be punished by  imprisonment of up to 14 years throughout Nigeria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Truth is the number of Homosexuals in Nigeria is on the increase, irrespective of age, tribe or marital status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Public hostility to homosexual relations is widespread.&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Vogt_5-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LGBT_rights_in_Nigeria#cite_note-Vogt-5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;  Very few gays are out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A lot of Homosexual men in Nigeria and abroad still go into heterosexual relationships and start families''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;Culled from wiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large;"&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large;"&gt;Yes oh. I don't care what you feel, hear or conclude, based on my tweets or just the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large;"&gt;This is a complete work of fiction!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large;"&gt;I didnt want 2010 to end without posting another blogpost. So i made this up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just a day :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: large;"&gt;Tell me what you think guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-461354297366346947?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/461354297366346947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=461354297366346947&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/461354297366346947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/461354297366346947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-proposal.html' title='My Proposal'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-4944487580578654282</id><published>2010-09-26T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:08:21.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveme50</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.twimg.com/profile_images/1124945946/GM50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a2.twimg.com/profile_images/1124945946/GM50.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;So, after classes and work the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Innovative miss Jae had a message for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;To cut the long story short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;She has an idea. Nigeria &lt;a class="tweet-url hashtag" href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23giveme50" rel="nofollow" title="#giveme50"&gt;&lt;em&gt;#giveme50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="typeface-js" style="font-family: Bebas; visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The  INTIATIVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...is very simple.&lt;/strong&gt; A campaign geared towards  mobilizing  Nigerians both at home and in diaspora to speak up on  changes we would like to see in the near future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I want  to come back home -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Join the movement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; &lt;a class="tweet-url web" href="http://t.co/sFj8Msb" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;giveme50nigeria.com&lt;/a&gt;  via&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Follow on twitter @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/naijagiveme50" rel="nofollow"&gt;naijagiveme50 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-4944487580578654282?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/4944487580578654282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=4944487580578654282&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4944487580578654282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4944487580578654282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/09/giveme50.html' title='Giveme50'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-97117231274123775</id><published>2010-07-12T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T23:10:34.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Korea with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whoever knows me knows that among the many many random things i do, i enjoy watching korean music videos. Yes you heard right. K.o.r.e.a.n.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with translations of course, plus theres a little bit of english here and there.&lt;br /&gt;And of course Korean movies, yes movies&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(they have very good ones, infact a lot of hollywood movies ARE adaptations of Korean movies, not the other way round!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One movie i liked was&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; A frozen flower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvgSr4iyiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/70-0v0rQU5k/s1600/frozen-flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvgSr4iyiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/70-0v0rQU5k/s400/frozen-flower.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Flower&amp;nbsp;is the first movie with a homosexual couple i actually watched to the end &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(or third - depending on what you call couple)&lt;/span&gt; - and it was nice. I mean, i actually enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on&amp;nbsp; totally different issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watched Checkmate, the ghanaian movie, &amp;nbsp;from the producers of perfect picture. Its a nice movie too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And i have myself in too deep with poetry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okay! So&amp;nbsp;back to todays post &lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna do a mini- review of the movie for bloggers who havent seen it and for bloggers who dont watch korean stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the movie opens with the King of Seung Ri in training with a young soilder who would be his chief- of - command, right hand man, personal assistant and all that. They take the same war training classes, music glasses and they become really close friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;They grow up to become two dashing young men with the same hobbies, likes amd all but..&lt;/div&gt;The King has feelings for his bodyguard &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and for some reason most people know about this and no one really cares)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvNht4qNtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7_xVZ5NvyTk/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="355" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvNht4qNtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/7_xVZ5NvyTk/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The only way for the King to be able to protect his throne is if he has a son through his wife, the Queen. &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(who knows her husband is having an affair with his bodyguard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvQdNqzBwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/b_pGKzufq_k/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="339" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvQdNqzBwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/b_pGKzufq_k/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the king doesnt care, he respects her as his wife the queen, but thats it. His everything is&amp;nbsp;Hong Lim, who is the most loyal of&amp;nbsp;all the guards&amp;nbsp;in the kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvP5InoeLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Uxbezuyw9rs/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvP5InoeLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Uxbezuyw9rs/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the threats to&amp;nbsp;the kings&amp;nbsp;throne arose, he is forced to send Hong Lim (the bodyguard)&amp;nbsp;to get his wife pregnant &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Gasp* *Shocked face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvRnLEkgHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/codk3XDu830/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvRnLEkgHI/AAAAAAAAAXw/codk3XDu830/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Of course his bodyguard/lover refused.&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt; (out of love... blush blush butterfly eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvSHBQC5pI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Sw5jeiaYcIw/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="334" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvSHBQC5pI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Sw5jeiaYcIw/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But needless to say, the king convinced him. And his Queen&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt; (Yeah he is a Man, a king, not a girl...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the deed was done. More than once actually &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt;FAST FORWARD A BIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for the King, The queen had fallen in love with the bodyguard and the bodyguard too was confused &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Yeah the road to being straight is a long and confusing one people... LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there came all the telltale signs of a cheat&lt;br /&gt;Creeping out late &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(FACT: Male cheats are the same, Gay or straight - ha! who would have guessed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvT2ApFwAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9Mlj2oiSRSk/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvT2ApFwAI/AAAAAAAAAYA/9Mlj2oiSRSk/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Never ending lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvUZBcWNXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/O2WPBF2ATFo/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvUZBcWNXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/O2WPBF2ATFo/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And sneeking around... to see the queen of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvVBJVqvzI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/BpMmAokgWf4/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="324" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvVBJVqvzI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/BpMmAokgWf4/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Unanswered phonecalls&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Ok i added that last bit - my bad, i get carried away sometimes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started meeting secretly at midnight in the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvWC0wH8gI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Z9v3S0qiNa4/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvWC0wH8gI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Z9v3S0qiNa4/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and of course the lies continued....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvWbkPYUhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_rq3R-gBm-g/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvWbkPYUhI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_rq3R-gBm-g/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Their love is so strong that it even led Hong Lim to not follow the King's orders. The King begins to have suspicions of Hong Lim's infidelity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;FAST FORWARD A BIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, The bodyguard gets guilty and asks the Queen to stay away from him, after which he goes to the King to beg for forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvYBRT8EdI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Hr7_I8M7HVw/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvYBRT8EdI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Hr7_I8M7HVw/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Meanwhile, the Queen attempts to kill herself by slitting her wrists but fails.&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;"&gt; (Girls and blades? WTF?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King forgives him after the bodyguard (Hong Lim) says his involvement with the Queen was purely lust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decides to overlook everything that had happened and he forgave him, however he decided it was best to&amp;nbsp;send Hong Lim away for a while to have him cool his mind, but they were back to normal, the two lovers &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(doing things that lovers do, the king didnt notice, but i cant be fooled. Oh yes. i saw the bodyguards loss of interest - yes i did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the night before Hong Lim's departure &lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvZiSv-7lI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qg0sODg0tzo/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="324" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvZiSv-7lI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qg0sODg0tzo/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;the Queen's personal maid secretly informs him that the Queen wishes to meet him for one last time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also bears news that the Queen has finally conceived&lt;br /&gt;So that night Hong Lim sneaks out of the King's bedside to meet the Queen in the.... &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;*Lightning*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvaLH55_9I/AAAAAAAAAZA/sHcihYFIGc8/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvaLH55_9I/AAAAAAAAAZA/sHcihYFIGc8/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;yes you guessed right! the usual meeting place. The&amp;nbsp;library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They end up making love in the library, and the King catches them in act. The two lovers attempt to save the other by begging the King to "kill me instead,"&amp;nbsp;and his bodyguard admits that he's in love with the queen. &lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;*THUNDER*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDva8FvxxlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Y6VYmR_ixKg/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDva8FvxxlI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Y6VYmR_ixKg/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;In a fit of jealousy, he&amp;nbsp;ordered his guards to have&amp;nbsp;Hong Lim castrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvbkWXmZAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9d19sZtVt9A/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvbkWXmZAI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/9d19sZtVt9A/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvb_setKAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/rb3HtyEAc5g/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="324" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvb_setKAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/rb3HtyEAc5g/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvcNth3jPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/msicjj1YwL8/s1600/ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvcNth3jPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/msicjj1YwL8/s640/ff.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens after this&lt;br /&gt;Was he really castrated? Oh yes...&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; bloody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he die?&lt;br /&gt;No, but he wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did, the queen die, Did she lose the baby? Did true love prevail? Did the King avenge for his *cough* cut weenie? Well maybe you really should watch Frozen flower. Its on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNg4NLmcVOc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt; and its subtitled&lt;br /&gt;I could just type out the end, but i really wouldnt do justice to this beautifully&amp;nbsp;tragic movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Hows everyones week going. Mines pretty fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Congrats to Spain on winning the WC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Oh my God. That octopus!! still cant believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"&gt;I mean, how could it predict? anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;Current Listen: Taeyang - Wedding dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love darlings!&lt;br /&gt;Its me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Sweetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-97117231274123775?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/97117231274123775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=97117231274123775&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/97117231274123775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/97117231274123775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-korea-with-love.html' title='From Korea with love'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvgSr4iyiI/AAAAAAAAAZo/70-0v0rQU5k/s72-c/frozen-flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-8073118894171343434</id><published>2010-07-12T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:11:03.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If i were a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvLNrot_cI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PKTw1mf0EL8/s1600/for+steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvLNrot_cI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PKTw1mf0EL8/s400/for+steve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i cud understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this has nothing tod do with the pic)&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-8073118894171343434?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/8073118894171343434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=8073118894171343434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8073118894171343434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8073118894171343434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If i were a boy'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/TDvLNrot_cI/AAAAAAAAAXI/PKTw1mf0EL8/s72-c/for+steve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-2230276122321496245</id><published>2010-05-17T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T01:18:27.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S_DY0yFabII/AAAAAAAAAXA/3zFSZVZwIdk/s1600/5414_110442064523_747124523_2928630_2973251_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S_DY0yFabII/AAAAAAAAAXA/3zFSZVZwIdk/s400/5414_110442064523_747124523_2928630_2973251_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Washroom basins from a private gentlemen club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just thought i'd share&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey blogsville! its been a while &lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;(again)&lt;/span&gt; I have been busy with work, my exams were alright. Summer holiday is going on just fine, we are just patiently waiting for the sun to come out, so we can have summer fun&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good, generally, as usual i have been stalking blogs and tweeting during all my free time&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, what has changed since the last time i blogged&lt;br /&gt;Thinking aloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You could be the lover, I'll be the fighter babe &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I'm the blunt, You could be the lighter babe&lt;br /&gt;Fire it up! &lt;br /&gt;Writer babe&lt;br /&gt;You could be the quote&lt;br /&gt;If I'm the lyric baby&lt;br /&gt;You could be the note&lt;br /&gt;Record that! &lt;br /&gt;Saint, I'm a sinner. Prize, I'm a winner&lt;br /&gt;And it's you&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to deserve that&lt;br /&gt;Paper babe, I'll be the pen&lt;br /&gt;Say that I'm the one&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are ten&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even when the sky comes fallin&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sun don't shine&lt;br /&gt;I got faith in you and I&lt;br /&gt;So put your pretty lil hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;Even when were down to the wire babe Even when it's do or die&lt;br /&gt;We can do it babe simple and plain&lt;br /&gt;Cause this love is a sure thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Thats Miguel Jontel - sure thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&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/4802938243774428879-2230276122321496245?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/2230276122321496245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=2230276122321496245&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2230276122321496245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2230276122321496245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/05/washroom-basins-from-private-gentlemen.html' title=''/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S_DY0yFabII/AAAAAAAAAXA/3zFSZVZwIdk/s72-c/5414_110442064523_747124523_2928630_2973251_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-8109741648208378506</id><published>2010-04-17T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T16:39:05.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the message, spread the love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamati.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Shuga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="315" src="http://www.jamati.com/online/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/Shuga.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;MTV Staying Alive&lt;/span&gt;: Ignite launched an innovative campaign to fight  HIV/AIDS in developing countries.&amp;nbsp; Kenya’s show &lt;i style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;‘Shuga‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,  designed to teach people the consequences of different types of  behaviors recently launched and it speaks in the language of the local  youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Scroll down to the music player and press pause, so you can enjoy this short movie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7775923&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7775923&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7775923"&gt;Shuga Episode 1&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/mtvstayingalive"&gt;mtv staying alive&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7853396&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7853396&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7853396"&gt;Shuga Episode 2&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/mtvstayingalive"&gt;mtv staying alive&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7937927&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7937927&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=0&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7937927"&gt;Shuga Episode 3&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/mtvstayingalive"&gt;mtv staying alive&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great performance, wonderful stories&lt;br /&gt;Spread the Message. Not the Virus&lt;br /&gt;Know Status Get Tested&lt;br /&gt;Staying safe is as easy as ABC&lt;br /&gt;A= Abstinence&lt;br /&gt;B= Be Faithful&lt;br /&gt;C= Condoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits : Fashion Junkii, Jamatiiorg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-8109741648208378506?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/8109741648208378506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=8109741648208378506&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8109741648208378506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8109741648208378506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/04/spread-message-spread-love.html' title='Spread the message, spread the love'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-8205835959497441040</id><published>2010-04-06T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:16:41.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thumb2.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/02/04/beauty,black,,,white,black,white,body,breast,bw,composition,curves,female,girl,legs,nude,photo,photography,photos,picture-d21126ab8b689639e161e289df04c3b8_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://thumb2.visualizeus.com/thumbs/09/02/04/beauty,black,,,white,black,white,body,breast,bw,composition,curves,female,girl,legs,nude,photo,photography,photos,picture-d21126ab8b689639e161e289df04c3b8_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dear Diary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was a good person today, I did not do anything i wasnt supposed to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I went to work on time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And did not over stay my lunch break&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I even poured out old coffee from the coffee maker and started a new one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I did not walk fast around the C-lab, i didnt even talk in the library&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I did not pretend not to see some people&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I even stopped to say hi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And asked them how they were doing, and i&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; wanted to know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I completed my assignments myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I did not copy or paste from anywhere, i did not &lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;even have google open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I called&lt;span style="background-color: #38761d;"&gt; a friend &lt;/span&gt;whos birthday was today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I did not insult &lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And i laughed even when my friends started mimicking me, during dinner today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope i will snap out of this nice person syndrome&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It doesnt even work for me LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;-a&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;-n&lt;/span&gt;-d-&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;-m&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that black and white pic there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A naked girl, and its not even indecent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;#unfaithful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am moving out of this &lt;strike&gt;relation&lt;/strike&gt; Ship we called a home, love cannot stay here anymore, heard about the two lovers you brought onboard, jealously and deceit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a woman who is wealthy with patience because without  patience&lt;br /&gt;knowledge is unattainable&lt;br /&gt;without patience,  temptations will make you unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, ur bullshit, i cannot swallow, am to busy for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the kinda woman i am, i want a certain kind of man&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp; man who understands that love should cost just love&lt;br /&gt;who regards me as his bright sunshine&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be my &lt;b style="background-color: #444444; color: black;"&gt;dark knight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #444444; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;The Reason am blogging today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S7v878xJc8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/iwKd28Oz1xk/s1600/DSCF3329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S7v878xJc8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/iwKd28Oz1xk/s320/DSCF3329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #444444; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;yes&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; her &lt;span style="background-color: red; color: white;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #444444; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Her name is Maryam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #444444; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And i LOVE her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #444444; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I lovingly call her DrAuntyMaryam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #444444; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sense of humour: Blog worthy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #444444; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Talent: Speaks for itself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #444444; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She has a photoblog you all need to check out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #444444; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And shes on blogsville too&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #444444; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can check her photography on&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maryamabdulrazaq.com/"&gt;http://www.maryamabdulrazaq.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and her blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://auntymaryamthethird.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://auntymaryamthethird.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;My real life crush was updated last night!&lt;br /&gt;lets hope it lasts till tomorrow, if it does, thats the longest in years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cheating is not cheating if he respects me enough to hide it...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do you think of this statement?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #444444; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-8205835959497441040?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/8205835959497441040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=8205835959497441040&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8205835959497441040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8205835959497441040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S7v878xJc8I/AAAAAAAAAW4/iwKd28Oz1xk/s72-c/DSCF3329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-4446059241305193359</id><published>2010-04-03T13:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:32:20.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, it pours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://melissaphillips.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/badday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://melissaphillips.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/badday.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I didn't hurt anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;i am living my life right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Yet its crumbling around me~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lol i sound like such a drama queen right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;Believe me i am not. Its an act.&lt;/div&gt;So my bank card got swallowed by the automated money machine&lt;br /&gt;as if that was not enough&lt;br /&gt;My laptop got shattered&lt;br /&gt;It dropped and it broke completely &lt;br /&gt;like dead. finito&lt;br /&gt;i am not even making any noise about it, i refuse to be bothered &lt;br /&gt;am just watching music videos&lt;br /&gt;i even braided my hair, listened to music, read blogs, i have just been trying to be happy cos this is too much for one day.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what can i do, i am taking it in good faith&lt;br /&gt;just like the saying&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;people in your life are like  seasons, everything happens for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when it rains it pours"&lt;br /&gt;i guess when the unfortunate things happen, they come big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I wonder what high school musical Nigeria will look like, i saw pictures of the cast, there were some cute ones,.. i wonder about the songs, will they all be in english? or will there be a bit of our languages here and there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;How will they dress, hope they dress like normal teenagers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Normal accents, Barely there make up. I hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;On a totally unrelated issue, I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; Eva Mendes is absolutely gorgeous&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Am chatting on bb with my boyfriends ex about my ex lol &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;shes totally cool though &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So here are some pictures that crack me up : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S7eENXZhvKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/w0C0DtiRKC0/s1600/HavingBadDay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S7eENXZhvKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/w0C0DtiRKC0/s320/HavingBadDay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.backpocketcoo.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/Ikea-Job-Interview1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://www.backpocketcoo.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/Ikea-Job-Interview1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myconfinedspace.com/wp-content/uploads/tdomf/72990/phone1nk-500x375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.myconfinedspace.com/wp-content/uploads/tdomf/72990/phone1nk-500x375.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;whatever happens in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;always remember that you are among the fortunate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;and look for more reasons to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Its been two years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Safiya JL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Id give anything to see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;but i know u are in a better place RIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;current listen: Kirk Franklin- brighter day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-4446059241305193359?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/4446059241305193359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=4446059241305193359&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4446059241305193359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4446059241305193359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains, it pours...'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S7eENXZhvKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/w0C0DtiRKC0/s72-c/HavingBadDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-1919268729284109755</id><published>2010-03-18T02:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:47:14.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wingless Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S6HYLBvKljI/AAAAAAAAAWY/cEboxhl0Hqs/s1600-h/anabela2a.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S6HYLBvKljI/AAAAAAAAAWY/cEboxhl0Hqs/s320/anabela2a.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love &lt;b&gt;Coldplay&lt;/b&gt;, i listen to them a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;their words speak to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;So many contradictions, making you think in metaphors&lt;br /&gt;they give me, peace-of-mind&lt;br /&gt;they touch the pieces in me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you love me, u shud let me go" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;go: Move away from what i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;No, thats what i tell myself, because you know i need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;And i love you, i just suck at expressing it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Am i part of the Cure, or a Part of the disease"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;My all time favorite line was from the song &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;Rush of Blood to the Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Oh am gonna buy this place and see it burn, take back the things i did to you in return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;said &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;am gonna buy a gun and start a war&lt;/span&gt;, if you can tell me something worth fighting for"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Suddenly i dont like that line anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It has lost its meaning to me. It sounds...violent&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #274e13;"&gt;#EnoughisEnough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;#EndTheViolence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #274e13;"&gt;#LightUpNigeria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Theres too much fighting already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S6HYRpY5RnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WVX2bZVW98/s1600-h/dov139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S6HYRpY5RnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/1WVX2bZVW98/s320/dov139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On a closely related issue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Where did all the good girls go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a place called Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;A  place where girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;are taught to love themselves, and imitate no one,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d;"&gt;demand and demonstate  respect the minute they walk in that door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;To a place called the  past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Back when anxiety was as simple as wondering&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;if Wonder woman  would make it out alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;When Failure was as simple as failing  Maths &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;When promises were as simple as Pinky bets&lt;br /&gt;When 'Maybe' was an answer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;Or maybe they went to the Future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;Where a good man is hard to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;And a hard man is good to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;When Real eyes realize Real lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Where u only say what you mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we grow up so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;Wife of a Pharoah, Mother of a a Slave&lt;/div&gt;Do you know what's worth fighting for? &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;sticks and stones may break your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;When it's not worth dying for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;if not, then use these words, for they will always teach you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the pain weigh out the pride?&lt;br /&gt;And you look for a place to hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S6HYZVXablI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ySIuOnfhWNk/s1600-h/NYIMG_00059_LG_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S6HYZVXablI/AAAAAAAAAWo/ySIuOnfhWNk/s320/NYIMG_00059_LG_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're at the &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;end of the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And you've lost&lt;/span&gt; all sense of control&lt;br /&gt;And  your thoughts have taken their toll&lt;br /&gt;When your mind &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;s the spirit  of your soul&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; walks on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's ever built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;(damn it thats a bummer, just how did i go wrong?)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just remember that you are strong&lt;br /&gt;and if doesnt break you it will only make you funnier&lt;br /&gt;and stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: K'naan - Wavin Flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-1919268729284109755?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/1919268729284109755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=1919268729284109755&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1919268729284109755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1919268729284109755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/03/wingless-words.html' title='Wingless Words'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S6HYLBvKljI/AAAAAAAAAWY/cEboxhl0Hqs/s72-c/anabela2a.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-4462275585647108319</id><published>2010-03-12T02:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T02:57:15.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words, Another Jumble of words :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SvuEofaSi6I/AAAAAAAAATI/TC7QlG-AB0I/s1600-h/oK2CLMvKOKGe.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403058009122442146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SvuEofaSi6I/AAAAAAAAATI/TC7QlG-AB0I/s400/oK2CLMvKOKGe.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 361px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, i am blogging again, after so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No words can describe this feeling &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels new to me. Its been a while&lt;br /&gt;Well naturally am gonna blame it on school and twitter, yes twitter.&lt;br /&gt;putting updates about what am up to every 30 minutes sort of makes blogging... (&lt;i&gt;wait wait... i didn't say unnecessary&lt;/i&gt;)it makes blogging hard.&lt;br /&gt;Okay now the real reason. Unveiled. Yeah,sweetness isn't an anonymous blogger anymore, so honestly, i just hold back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found interesting pictures (&lt;i&gt;i say interesting due to lack of a better word&lt;/i&gt;)or should i call them clip shots from BANNED commercials, am sure i mentioned it sometime last year, i google up banned commercials for lack of anything better to do. lol. but &lt;b&gt;seriously&lt;/b&gt; its not a joke &lt;br /&gt;and am gonna be putting up these pictures as i go along, tell me what you think, are they really bad, overly suggestive or distasteful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5nrIpKBgNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/EhO_Kl8CXDo/s1600-h/D+and+G.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447643758000701650" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5nrIpKBgNI/AAAAAAAAAVo/EhO_Kl8CXDo/s400/D+and+G.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 257px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5nrTvLw_2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/YUmXpKCMXZ0/s1600-h/Burger-King_super-seven-incher.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447643948597182306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5nrTvLw_2I/AAAAAAAAAVw/YUmXpKCMXZ0/s400/Burger-King_super-seven-incher.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 311px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i came across these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5nwGEbP6mI/AAAAAAAAAWA/C7_z-FvYe20/s1600-h/aston.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447649211339237986" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5nwGEbP6mI/AAAAAAAAAWA/C7_z-FvYe20/s400/aston.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 370px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 349px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5nwPW9RKNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/dN63a21sbzI/s1600-h/crocs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447649370932586706" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5nwPW9RKNI/AAAAAAAAAWI/dN63a21sbzI/s400/crocs.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 296px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 279px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On JOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No words can bring one poor soul back&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just Prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for Peace, Understanding, Forgiveness and Humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;RANDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I &lt;i style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;read &lt;/i&gt;eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I get withdrawn when i notice the &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;slightest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; negative energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I &lt;span style="background-color: #45818e;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt; easily&lt;br /&gt;I remember names of my teachers from &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Nursery school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember what i wore yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine my Funeral just like that&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 scenarios of how i am gonna die&lt;br /&gt;The first one was when i was 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; watch Horror films&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love my mom with every fibre in my being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I act like i dont know somethings just because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry when i see old people that are helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont trust easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt; mood swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;write&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt; things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love old movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt; greatest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;fear is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what i'll term as my happiest day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I am addicted to the smell of unwrapped soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I inhale washing detergent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I believe i get high on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I cant leave Walmart without going to the detergent section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make a thousand things up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen... to you talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you insist that i talk, i can talk about nothing - its a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Premarital sex doesnt fit in my historical romance fantasies and real life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I cry when i pray... and he forgives me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end up as a vegetarian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cfe2f3; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A STORY I HAD TO SHARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;i&gt;Its gonna be on Visa please&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I can recognize a Nigerian Voice anywhere, its not just the voice its the accent, or maybe how we stress the '&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;gonna&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt;' in our sentences. &lt;br /&gt;And this particular voice, i knew a little too well, i looked up and of course it was her, looking on point as usual.&lt;br /&gt;" Hi Sandra! " I said, some people have this effect of bringing out my ridiculously cheery alter ego, she was one of the few. That's cos she has this lively and bubbly personality, its almost &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;infectious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Hows it going?" i asked, taking her card, newly manicured tips, &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, like her lips &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, some girls are blessed with pulling off things like these.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;OMG sweetness!, where have you been?&lt;/i&gt;" she gushed, pushing the fringe away from her face, it fell back again, covering her eyes again, she pushed it away one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile on her face completely transformed her, the looked younger than her 22 years.&lt;br /&gt;" I have been around, school... work" i said as i collected her card and punched in the amount i gave her back to punch her password&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;yeah, same with me", she said, "i haven't seen you since Montreal"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I know right.. I..."&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly forgot what i wanted to say&lt;br /&gt;I paused&lt;br /&gt;I looked again&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;Lines...&lt;br /&gt;Scars, across her wrists, both wrists.&lt;br /&gt;I stared. dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;I've read about this a couple of times, but, someone &lt;strike&gt;as happy&lt;/strike&gt; who looked as happy as her?&lt;br /&gt;Suicidal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;are you kidding me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up, saw what i was looking at and the smile faded, her eyes shifted, i met her gaze as she tugged her sleeves down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wouldnt be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence said alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;No words&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't an awkward kind of silence, it was a shocked one. You know, the one that suddenly stays in the room with you when you find out something u wish you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;see you around&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" or at least thats what i think she mumbled&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;i watched her walk away, like anyone else&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find my smile for the rest of the day, i kept wondering&lt;br /&gt;What on Earth could be so bad, that you would try to take your own life&lt;br /&gt;And look how happy everyone thinks she is&lt;br /&gt;Look how happy she makes the people around her&lt;br /&gt;Who would have ever thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5n_SqP8JVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wHN14e994JE/s1600-h/16-slit_wrist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5n_SqP8JVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wHN14e994JE/s320/16-slit_wrist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-4462275585647108319?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/4462275585647108319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=4462275585647108319&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4462275585647108319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4462275585647108319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-words-another-jumble-of-words.html' title='No Words, Another Jumble of words :)'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SvuEofaSi6I/AAAAAAAAATI/TC7QlG-AB0I/s72-c/oK2CLMvKOKGe.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-2876549755479813754</id><published>2010-03-06T01:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:39:11.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lets try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5IEeMpuNLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/n4kQtAA9gYc/s1600-h/hod-sashafierceline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5IEeMpuNLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/n4kQtAA9gYc/s400/hod-sashafierceline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445419816283157682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep &lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face &lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace &lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste &lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home &lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And high up above earth or down below &lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But if you never try you'll never know &lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-2876549755479813754?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/2876549755479813754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=2876549755479813754&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2876549755479813754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2876549755479813754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-try.html' title='lets try'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S5IEeMpuNLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/n4kQtAA9gYc/s72-c/hod-sashafierceline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-8828572876393926894</id><published>2010-02-22T18:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:03:14.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AVATARIZE YOURSELF</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4b01c6c7456da357/4b831b4218327032/4b01c6c7456da357/f10b32f9/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-8828572876393926894?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/8828572876393926894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=8828572876393926894&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8828572876393926894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8828572876393926894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/02/avatarize-yourself.html' title='AVATARIZE YOURSELF'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-8906691192551591159</id><published>2010-01-07T00:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:59:00.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S0WEqZvy7wI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IhdoiOu0rHQ/s1600-h/face___of_sorrow_by_BlackBleedingSoul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S0WEqZvy7wI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IhdoiOu0rHQ/s400/face___of_sorrow_by_BlackBleedingSoul.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423887190238359298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is reopening on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;Today was my friend Nk's birthday&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Chances R.. it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;I just heard that a former classmate is dead&lt;br /&gt; The only one person that can hurt you is the one person you give the chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm Scared to try cuz I'm scared to fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to die cuz I'm scared of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of you cuz I'm scared of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to fly I'm scared to crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of love cuz I'm scared he'll leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to swim cuz I'm scared to sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to learn cuz I'm scared of truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to start cuz I'm scared I'll quit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm scared to grow up cuz I'm scared to get old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of the dark and being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared to share a secret cuz I'm scared you'll tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** &lt;br /&gt;This must be the worst part of falling so deeply in love with someone&lt;br /&gt;Fearing that they will leave&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Listen: Jazmine Sullivan, Fears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-8906691192551591159?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/8906691192551591159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=8906691192551591159&amp;isPopup=true' title='108 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8906691192551591159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8906691192551591159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/01/scared.html' title='Scared...'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S0WEqZvy7wI/AAAAAAAAAVY/IhdoiOu0rHQ/s72-c/face___of_sorrow_by_BlackBleedingSoul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>108</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-3305539770839103313</id><published>2010-01-04T16:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:37:54.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lies... so much lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S0J6aAUxKCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yZBnxqpOEWE/s1600-h/secret_life_american1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S0J6aAUxKCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yZBnxqpOEWE/s400/secret_life_american1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423031488489793570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished unpacking&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today i was reading All I want.. again&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to Adam Lambert on TV&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my phone.. hoping it doesnt ring&lt;br /&gt;Not now atleast and thats just because i wanna watch the secret life on the american teenager and its starting in a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;I started following it like a week ago&lt;br /&gt;and i love it already&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year people!&lt;br /&gt;I was with with my Mom all this while&lt;br /&gt;Bless... &lt;br /&gt;She keeps complaining that i dont eat&lt;br /&gt;And i remembered my last post&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;So my Boo read my blog&lt;br /&gt;all of it&lt;br /&gt;and he said "am never gonna read your bog again"&lt;br /&gt;lol...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think i have the bestest friends one can ever wish for&lt;br /&gt;Its freezing outside, so much&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;There is a disturbing gist i need to share with you guys&lt;br /&gt;This girl from my former school wanted to break up with her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend of 4 years, really nice, faithful and smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Her Reason&lt;/span&gt;: Her Dad suggested she gets married to his friends son and she can never 'disobey' her dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The truth of the matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, she thinks Mr Family friend is richer than her boyfriend even though he is older, afterall all her friends are getting married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Her Problem&lt;/span&gt;: She cant break up with him cos her conscience wouldnt let her after all he has been through for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;See this chick talking about conscience when her eye is scopping the BMW wedding gift, honeymoon in Dubai and Switzerland...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So her 'friends' advice her to do a 'ya kopsa'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ya kopsa = he effed up&lt;/span&gt; literally&lt;br /&gt;apparently thats a new way of breaking up with people&lt;br /&gt;that only a few nasty ones know about&lt;br /&gt;And its been going on for a while&lt;br /&gt;A totally random girl, probably in the same uni or outside is paid to sleep with him&lt;br /&gt;My mind is thinking somewhere around the line &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hooker&lt;/span&gt; much?&lt;br /&gt;She probably starts hitting on him in the club, class... wherever&lt;br /&gt;The whole process takes about a week&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it doesnt really get to the sleeping part&lt;br /&gt;somewhere around the kisses and make out session&lt;br /&gt;Miss Girlfriend comes around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S0J5QiwYGVI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TNOOrVMTGdY/s1600-h/caught_cheating_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S0J5QiwYGVI/AAAAAAAAAVI/TNOOrVMTGdY/s400/caught_cheating_c1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423030226422077778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and does the whole act&lt;br /&gt;" I cant believe this!!! how could you?!"&lt;br /&gt;Creating a scene, and officially breaking up with him&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the poor guy feeling bad about&lt;br /&gt;'Cheating' on her&lt;br /&gt;or almost cheating on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How unfair is this? seriously?&lt;br /&gt;So, this case went bad when after weeks of him trying to get back to his girlfriend, apologising while shes recovering from the so called heartbreak enjoying a guilt free shopping spree for her wedding&lt;br /&gt;A friend of hers who felt the guy did not deserve such pain told him the whole story&lt;br /&gt;and even brought the hooker.. sorry other girl to verify the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm life&lt;br /&gt;Very intersting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys gotta run, The secret life just started&lt;br /&gt;Much love&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-3305539770839103313?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/3305539770839103313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=3305539770839103313&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/3305539770839103313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/3305539770839103313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2010/01/lies-so-much-lies.html' title='lies... so much lies'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/S0J6aAUxKCI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yZBnxqpOEWE/s72-c/secret_life_american1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-3350524447826524692</id><published>2009-12-20T18:56:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:41:14.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams. Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7rLO5y4bI/AAAAAAAAAUo/t20pIik_ED4/s1600-h/faa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7rLO5y4bI/AAAAAAAAAUo/t20pIik_ED4/s400/faa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417525979984880050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This post represents the official view of the voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;So i wrote my last paper&lt;br /&gt;How can someone be so excited after exams?&lt;br /&gt;i can't explain it myself&lt;br /&gt;I cant even explain how i missed blogging&lt;br /&gt;well actually i lost my Mojo for writing &lt;br /&gt;I have been saying Mojo alot&lt;br /&gt;infact let me find out the Real meaning of Mojo&lt;br /&gt;wait...&lt;br /&gt;Google&lt;br /&gt;Search&lt;br /&gt;M.O.J.O&lt;br /&gt;Enter&lt;br /&gt;The word originally means a charm or a spell. But now its more commonly said meaning sex appeal or talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!! Sex apppeal&lt;br /&gt;WRONG&lt;br /&gt;NEXT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your cool/style essence.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Urban Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;Close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i basically lost the zeal to write&lt;br /&gt;Y'all know how it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7rdAe1UII/AAAAAAAAAUw/YD-6k8cWSww/s1600-h/fa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7rdAe1UII/AAAAAAAAAUw/YD-6k8cWSww/s400/fa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417526285351342210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed that three four days ago... can't remember&lt;br /&gt;and i saved it, just remembered it as i was typing todays post&lt;br /&gt;Britanny Murphy is dead. The girl from Clueless, 8 mile, Uptown girls, Love and other disasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7J7agFV2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/xwZZ3mGhaP0/s1600-h/brittany_murphy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7J7agFV2I/AAAAAAAAAUI/xwZZ3mGhaP0/s400/brittany_murphy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417489424336639842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i was not blogging&lt;br /&gt;Photography will be my hobby&lt;br /&gt;But then again i'll put the pictures online and make a photo blog&lt;br /&gt;so that will still make me a blogger right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7LrZ447QI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/s_njM5WkbsU/s1600-h/avatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7LrZ447QI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/s_njM5WkbsU/s400/avatar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417491348317596930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hearing so many good reviews about the movie Avatar&lt;br /&gt;from my friends on facebook, twitter, bb chat and blogsville&lt;br /&gt;I am going to tell you three reasons why i was never never eager to see this movie&lt;br /&gt;1. I am very attracted to good looking people and honestly when watching a movie thats what keeps me going apart from a good storyline. Blue skinned aliens just dont make me tick, &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they even have tails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was secretly hoping Titanic will be James Camerons best movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but apparently there is something skin deep and really remarkable about this movie apart from the blue and green tinged skin&lt;br /&gt;*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;And theres a love story, you all know am a sucker for love stories&lt;br /&gt;So am going to watch it next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days to Chrstmas!&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna say 5 random things that happened to me in 2009&lt;br /&gt;* I fell out of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I got my first paycheck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I grew up, emotionally and mentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 2009... Nine years on, and he is forever in my heart. Celebrated yet another birthday without my Dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And i volunteered at an organization called Easter Seals, helped to raise money for kids living with disabilities&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7bG75zqWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/9-0BKAPVUUM/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7bG75zqWI/AAAAAAAAAUY/9-0BKAPVUUM/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417508313979136354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to a Research 95% of females look at the mirror and see only imperfections&lt;br /&gt;7 out of every 10 women look at the mirror and point 3 body parts they will like to modify&lt;br /&gt;The remaining 3 would like to modify just one body part&lt;br /&gt;Girls around ages 15-19 find faults in their nose&lt;br /&gt;Those around 17-24 feel something is wrong with their arms and stomachs&lt;br /&gt;3 out of every 4 girls believe they will look better if they were slimmer&lt;br /&gt;240 different guys from different continents looked at videos and close up pictures of these girls and thought they were beautiful&lt;br /&gt;56% of these guys believed they were looking at pictures and videos of foreign actresses&lt;br /&gt;98% of the guys could not find any fault in the girls&lt;br /&gt;2% of the guys said three of the girls looked 'insecure' and 'unsure'&lt;br /&gt;None of these girls were models or actresses, they were normal girls who submitted applications for cosmetic surgeries &lt;br /&gt;Dear Reader. You are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are. &lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;The pic ur about to see is NOT a joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7j3nWOwKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rQoDPwHbwXg/s1600-h/moon.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7j3nWOwKI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rQoDPwHbwXg/s400/moon.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417517946367819938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Listen:&lt;br /&gt; Alicia keys: Sleeping with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Jay Z: Song cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-3350524447826524692?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/3350524447826524692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=3350524447826524692&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/3350524447826524692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/3350524447826524692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/12/exams-done.html' title='Exams. Done!'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sy7rLO5y4bI/AAAAAAAAAUo/t20pIik_ED4/s72-c/faa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-3286519252942255956</id><published>2009-12-02T20:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:44:26.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some happy stories have blood on them</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sxc0B3M26VI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Vkuz6xXoKkY/s1600-h/meee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sxc0B3M26VI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Vkuz6xXoKkY/s400/meee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410850683911334226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its been 2 weeks since last updated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam countdown has started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been coming to blogsville&lt;br /&gt;reading &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and commenting&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and quietly signing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Listen baby, I don't wanna ruin your plan&lt;br /&gt;If you got a man, try to lose him if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm patient, but I ain't gonna try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, baby it's obvious that I ain't your girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm lets see? recent updates?&lt;br /&gt;none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crush of the week...&lt;br /&gt;none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a-la-faithful&lt;/span&gt;-mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       pleasures and sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                new moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;I need                         God in my life&lt;br /&gt;... back in my life&lt;br /&gt;what am i even saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never left...&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; who refused to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i remember this song i used to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its like ur talking to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He wants to bring you down, he whispers everyday&lt;br /&gt;You started on the path and he led you astray&lt;br /&gt;I know you will come back, you never feel at peace&lt;br /&gt;You're searching for the truth to put your mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;You know you're missing me, I know what you've been through&lt;br /&gt;When we meet again, we have a lot of work to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad habit is back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...and i feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did noteat much after&lt;br /&gt;so am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;(((((((((((safe)))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ultimate choice for a man, in as much as he is driven to transcend himself, is to create or to destroy, to love or to hate." Erich Fromm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-3286519252942255956?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/3286519252942255956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=3286519252942255956&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/3286519252942255956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/3286519252942255956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/12/some-happy-stories-have-blood-on-them.html' title='Some happy stories have blood on them'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sxc0B3M26VI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Vkuz6xXoKkY/s72-c/meee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-5368021122981449492</id><published>2009-11-18T09:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T09:38:40.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help blogsville!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SwQRD73tN3I/AAAAAAAAATw/8GnXbVCfpdo/s1600/79131_sexy_Lauren_London_122_36lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SwQRD73tN3I/AAAAAAAAATw/8GnXbVCfpdo/s400/79131_sexy_Lauren_London_122_36lo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405464212060059506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the fone with my friend from the last post&lt;br /&gt;I missed two of her calls when i was in class&lt;br /&gt;So i called her back&lt;br /&gt;It was not awkward at all&lt;br /&gt;Can u imagine?&lt;br /&gt;It was normal! like the way it used to be&lt;br /&gt;(not that i was expecting anything to change Lol)&lt;br /&gt;I hinted that i mentioned her on my blog&lt;br /&gt;(She knows i have a Blog)&lt;br /&gt;And she was like hope you didnt put my pictures?&lt;br /&gt;My mom reads blogs!&lt;br /&gt;Am like no hell no &lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for all the advice and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres a Christmas party at work&lt;br /&gt;Am looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;So a colleague was asking if i was coming&lt;br /&gt;I answered in the affirmative&lt;br /&gt;and she was like shes coming with her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Hes so shy but really gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;She encourages him to be a stripper&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Thats when i started laughing, she was like for real they will make so much money &lt;br /&gt;and no she wasnt kindding&lt;br /&gt;Shes so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;She keeps me sane at work&lt;br /&gt;NOW THE DILEMMA&lt;br /&gt;Theres Secret Santa going on&lt;br /&gt;We were all signed up&lt;br /&gt;And during lunch today we picked a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;Each piece had someone's name on it&lt;br /&gt;And you are gonna buy that person a christmas gift&lt;br /&gt;You are not supposed to ask or tell that person&lt;br /&gt;Until at the Christmas party when you give that person their gift&lt;br /&gt;Now heres the problem!&lt;br /&gt;The name on my piece of Paper is Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Fact File&lt;br /&gt;Irish Canadian&lt;br /&gt;Blond&lt;br /&gt;Funny&lt;br /&gt;22/23ish&lt;br /&gt;Lived in Florida all his life&lt;br /&gt;Moved to Canada 3 years ago&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO I GET HIM???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SwQUkAWDF2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/3B2vepUx7Ww/s1600/blof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SwQUkAWDF2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/3B2vepUx7Ww/s400/blof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405468061551761250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day y'all&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-5368021122981449492?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/5368021122981449492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=5368021122981449492&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/5368021122981449492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/5368021122981449492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-blogsville.html' title='Help blogsville!'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SwQRD73tN3I/AAAAAAAAATw/8GnXbVCfpdo/s72-c/79131_sexy_Lauren_London_122_36lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-4369847768429575665</id><published>2009-11-16T16:14:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T17:43:59.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fangs, Fur and Kissing girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SwHalbv1ZPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/MBMHBTD_lzY/s1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SwHalbv1ZPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/MBMHBTD_lzY/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404841364459709682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Then Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;(((FRIDAYY)))&lt;br /&gt;New Moon&lt;br /&gt;Go team Edward&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;So apparently some Twitsphere gist blew up in Blogsville&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with a friend couple of days back&lt;br /&gt;And my bb pic was (is actually)&lt;br /&gt;me and a friend in Quebec&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes people i went to Quebec... &lt;br /&gt;Montebello to be exact,for a field trip&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome&lt;br /&gt;It was on friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;the oh-so-famous jinxed day&lt;br /&gt;umm... no, we did not make any wrong turn&lt;br /&gt;we did not end up in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;There was no bloood, or headless horseman, or girl in stained white dress, glassy eyes. No well, No empty well, nobody coming out of an empty well&lt;br /&gt;no nothing&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says a little bit of screaming doesn't spice up everything&lt;br /&gt;anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;i digress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture i put up was of me and a friend&lt;br /&gt;And the girl i was chatting with said nice pic, i was like Thanks&lt;br /&gt;And i gave her the whole Montebello gist&lt;br /&gt;*Check above for full gist*&lt;br /&gt;Okay!&lt;br /&gt;so she says nice pic&lt;br /&gt;and am like thanx&lt;br /&gt;and she says are you going out?&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;are you going out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly thought she was saying &lt;br /&gt;Are you going &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in am &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; going out&lt;br /&gt;(i was actually going out, for a friends dinner, her birthday dinner,it was fun, Fierce, Esay and the guys were there...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh i digress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i said yeah&lt;br /&gt;As in to the question&lt;br /&gt;are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; going out&lt;br /&gt;*Check 12 upper lines for clarification*&lt;br /&gt;and she was like nice&lt;br /&gt;u make a lovely couple&lt;br /&gt;umm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*raising eyebrows*&lt;/span&gt; is this message for me?&lt;br /&gt;I miss my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me??!! say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;whaaaaat&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;erm... wait am i going out with who?&lt;br /&gt;what? her? the girl in this picture?&lt;br /&gt;Iman?&lt;br /&gt;No i am not going out with her or with any girl for that matter&lt;br /&gt;and what did you say?&lt;br /&gt;Ur gir..gir...girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Am sorry i have to say this&lt;br /&gt;But seriously am i the only way who finds a Nigerian admitting to be gay damn awkward??&lt;br /&gt;Am i?&lt;br /&gt;am? i?&lt;br /&gt;didn't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SwHc78FgeXI/AAAAAAAAATY/cgI1tjhLEtQ/s1600/157536971_df2fceeca0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SwHc78FgeXI/AAAAAAAAATY/cgI1tjhLEtQ/s400/157536971_df2fceeca0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404843950120925554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i know there are Lesbians and Homosexuals in Nigeria&lt;br /&gt;And i seriously think its a free world and all&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is Gay&lt;br /&gt;noo wait, he's Asian&lt;br /&gt;And hes been like that for ages&lt;br /&gt;NO double standard here&lt;br /&gt;But this girl is Nigerian&lt;br /&gt;And i saw her two years ago&lt;br /&gt;She was suffering from yet another heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;from the time i can remember&lt;br /&gt;She has had bad relationships&lt;br /&gt;Bad boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;Terrible boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;But does that justify anything?&lt;br /&gt;Aaah men this is a huge shock&lt;br /&gt;Imagine ur friend telling you this&lt;br /&gt;She sent me a picture of her and her girlfriend &lt;br /&gt;...kissing&lt;br /&gt;Am supposed to be a good friend abi?&lt;br /&gt;After all I am supposed to like her for who she is not what she is&lt;br /&gt;or is it what she is, and not who she is?&lt;br /&gt;Am mega confused here&lt;br /&gt;And am not just gonna throw away 10 years of friendship just because umm... oh well, shes gay and proud&lt;br /&gt;After all Ellen is Gay and i am her number one fan&lt;br /&gt;I would never miss her show if not for work and school&lt;br /&gt;She has a great sense of Humour and she makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;She had Dakota Fanning (SP?) on her show this afternoon and while she was asking Dakota if she believed in Vampires, she had this guy dressed as a vampire, come and scare Dakota, she screamed, it was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah... i digress!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(wont do this again... promise)&lt;br /&gt;anyway that is the gist sha&lt;br /&gt;we havent talked today with her &lt;br /&gt;nooooo... its my battery&lt;br /&gt;loool&lt;br /&gt;People am not that mean!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way - on a totally unrelated gist&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks have the Christmas blend&lt;br /&gt;Go Coffee!&lt;br /&gt;Go Starbucks!!&lt;br /&gt;Ho Ho Ho!!!&lt;br /&gt;  A SERIOUSLY KISSABLE MAN&lt;br /&gt;Now this my dear people&lt;br /&gt;i would rather kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SwHdcbllcEI/AAAAAAAAATo/zijqkB8cQ_Q/s1600/robert-pattinson-black-white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SwHdcbllcEI/AAAAAAAAATo/zijqkB8cQ_Q/s400/robert-pattinson-black-white.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404844508332781634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-4369847768429575665?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/4369847768429575665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=4369847768429575665&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4369847768429575665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4369847768429575665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/11/fangs-furs-and-kissing-girls.html' title='Fangs, Fur and Kissing girls'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SwHalbv1ZPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/MBMHBTD_lzY/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-1504211010460536799</id><published>2009-11-02T12:15:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:35:45.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying is okay here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Su8yohbfBLI/AAAAAAAAASw/mAmg2svbE3c/s1600-h/138939785_c22ad57820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Su8yohbfBLI/AAAAAAAAASw/mAmg2svbE3c/s400/138939785_c22ad57820.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399590149990319282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;br /&gt;Some THinGs MighT not StRinG&lt;br /&gt;REALLY convoluted THOUGHTS here&lt;br /&gt;IDEAs MIGHt sTop AbrUptlY&lt;br /&gt;PosT wAs NoT EdiTeD&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;My phone rings&lt;br /&gt;3:16am&lt;br /&gt;"hello... hello?" "Have you ever &lt;strong&gt;hated&lt;/strong&gt; yourself?&lt;br /&gt;what was going on?"what did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;You heard me&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever hated yourself... so much, dying was not even worth it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Su8ncsHg86I/AAAAAAAAASg/ThJEnILyV2Y/s1600-h/girl,depression,bathtub,dark,haired,emotive,onexposure-21185c91b0cd1a189d2038a099156781_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Su8ncsHg86I/AAAAAAAAASg/ThJEnILyV2Y/s400/girl,depression,bathtub,dark,haired,emotive,onexposure-21185c91b0cd1a189d2038a099156781_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399577852073014178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Who am I living for?&lt;br /&gt;Is this my limit?&lt;br /&gt;Can I endure some more?&lt;br /&gt;Chances are giving&lt;br /&gt;Questions existing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned it twice or thrice in the past&lt;br /&gt;she is more than a sister&lt;br /&gt;shes my bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;everyone in her life &lt;br /&gt;becomes part of my life&lt;br /&gt;her parents&lt;br /&gt;her siblings&lt;br /&gt;her boyfriend..s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he calls he and says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i call her, no answer&lt;br /&gt;cuts me off every time im talking&lt;br /&gt;which means she ain’t never hear nothing&lt;br /&gt;i say “stay”, she wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;she up on her car so i gotta be&lt;br /&gt;ima let her be by herself in peace&lt;br /&gt;but five years from now i bet she see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before he left, she up and bounced out&lt;br /&gt;Singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;them people, they talking&lt;br /&gt;them lights, they on me&lt;br /&gt;this life i chose&lt;br /&gt;but i aint know, til i found it&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, im modest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO BE FAITHFUL?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood why&lt;br /&gt;until recently&lt;br /&gt;to much strings to the past&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;Ex's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Case of the EX**&lt;br /&gt;After reading Sugarkiings &lt;a href="http://sugarking-1.blogspot.com/2009/11/point-of-ex.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorta agreed with him, so am saying, We can always remain friends after we break up&lt;br /&gt;No hard feelings &lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;You can send me texts that begin with &lt;em&gt;"do you remember when..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and end with &lt;em&gt;"... i miss you..." &lt;/em&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;We can meet for drinks saturday afternoons&lt;br /&gt;You can call me to tell me about how fab this girl you are seeing is &lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;I can ask your opinion on what to wear for my Mans surprise party&lt;br /&gt;Hell i can even invite you for the party am throwing for him&lt;br /&gt;afterall we are like best friends now right?&lt;br /&gt;WRONG&lt;br /&gt;An Ex should never be a friend&lt;br /&gt;Coz if there are no hard feelings&lt;br /&gt;there just &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; be softer feelings lying somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; just hate the innocent 'fab' girl you are dating&lt;br /&gt;My Man &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; hate how much time we spend on our saturday afternoon get togethers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why dont you spend that time with me?&lt;br /&gt;three days ago it was his sisters graduation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; my friend!&lt;br /&gt;*Cringe*&lt;br /&gt;And he &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; make me cancel the party i was gonna throw for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until i set my priorities right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; call you to cry...&lt;br /&gt;How you &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; turn up at my door 15 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;at 11:00pm&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWNGf3d-tI8"&gt;our song &lt;/a&gt;might start playing on the radio&lt;br /&gt;How your lips &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; feel so good on mine...after so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Su9CPudOHaI/AAAAAAAAATA/tuvM_GzPVkE/s1600-h/sleeping-together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Su9CPudOHaI/AAAAAAAAATA/tuvM_GzPVkE/s400/sleeping-together.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399607316176575906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; change your relationship status on facebook from in a relationship to &lt;em&gt;its complicated...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated&lt;br /&gt;Thats how my relationship with my man &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; become&lt;br /&gt;You are different he insists&lt;br /&gt;Am okay...&lt;br /&gt;just issues&lt;br /&gt;as i put my phone on silent&lt;br /&gt;cos you might be calling&lt;br /&gt;How we might be having this argument&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;am tired of creeping on the low&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do you suggest? that we tell them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm.. i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i didnt think so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fuming*&lt;br /&gt;Back home&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; find out through a friend-of-a-friends-friend&lt;br /&gt;the accusing words might get a bit too harsh&lt;br /&gt;Accusing... but true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where God at? i need to call Him&lt;br /&gt;my knees on the ground, Dear Father&lt;br /&gt;don’t let me break, please make me stronger&lt;br /&gt;how much longer, will it linger?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its overrr&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its over&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;How every relationship &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; end in shambles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Su82ldYou4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/L26q6K2-qK8/s1600-h/love,art,quotes,words,back,blood-50a660791ba72077e374fb9af70ec5f5_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Su82ldYou4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/L26q6K2-qK8/s400/love,art,quotes,words,back,blood-50a660791ba72077e374fb9af70ec5f5_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399594495411534722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because i kept in touch with you&lt;br /&gt;How did it get from that simple text to this...&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Listen: Wale and Rihanna&lt;br /&gt;Can i endure (contemplate)&lt;br /&gt;as highlighted in the post&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-1504211010460536799?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/1504211010460536799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=1504211010460536799&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1504211010460536799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1504211010460536799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/11/crying-is-okay-here.html' title='Crying is okay here...'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Su8yohbfBLI/AAAAAAAAASw/mAmg2svbE3c/s72-c/138939785_c22ad57820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-4994564914824003898</id><published>2009-10-24T13:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:29:57.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush: / krsh/  a burning desire to be with someone who you find very attractive and extremely special.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SuOPJTBYSqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/UWnuSEORjTQ/s1600-h/boogresizedap3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SuOPJTBYSqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/UWnuSEORjTQ/s400/boogresizedap3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396314168407640738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is urban dictionary's definition&lt;br /&gt;Not your girls'&lt;br /&gt;haba, intori olorun, biko dat is tooo much for a crush now...&lt;br /&gt;Crush: When seeing someone just makes you smile for absolutely no reason, something about the subject usually tickles your fancy, could be their eyes, that persons smile, or how that person sends you 'miss you *smiley face*' every ten minutes&lt;br /&gt;Can last for 1- 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in life, i never owned up to having a crush&lt;br /&gt;Even if my pupils turned to little red hearts every time he looks my way&lt;br /&gt;i just denied it to everyone&lt;br /&gt;my friends, my diary and even myself&lt;br /&gt;Until months later, i look at the guy&lt;br /&gt;and go, did i like him, sometime back... or not?&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I still remember my earliest crushes&lt;br /&gt;When i was in primary school, Sometime in primary 2 it was this guy, his name was Daniel, we used to sit together in front of the class (translates into: we were the shortest kids in our class) he never used to push me or other girls off the swing, he used to play 'ringa ringa roses' with me, and he used to share my lunch :)&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where on earth he is.. i should look for him on facebook &lt;br /&gt;Years later it was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tahj&lt;/span&gt; from Sister sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SuOKNVtjbcI/AAAAAAAAARg/0vTWiVTV7fA/s1600-h/tajmowry_grant_6841777_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SuOKNVtjbcI/AAAAAAAAARg/0vTWiVTV7fA/s320/tajmowry_grant_6841777_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396308740291128770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that after this point&lt;br /&gt;most of my crushes lived far from me...&lt;br /&gt;In this beautiful world called TV&lt;br /&gt;Junior secondary it was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;j boog&lt;/span&gt; from B2k, now he has two kids!&lt;br /&gt;anyway this is a picture of him i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SuOKvtklQ-I/AAAAAAAAARo/phYytZuUDTY/s1600-h/jarellhisbaby5hf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SuOKvtklQ-I/AAAAAAAAARo/phYytZuUDTY/s320/jarellhisbaby5hf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396309330811503586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i never used to look at Omarion then)&lt;br /&gt;Senior secondary it was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bow wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow wow for a long time&lt;br /&gt;Especially all that period of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my song!&lt;br /&gt;In medical school it became &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Patrick Dempsey&lt;/span&gt; from Greys Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boris Kodjoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PAUSE*&lt;br /&gt;but DAYEEEM!&lt;br /&gt;now Boris Kodjoe stayed in my heart &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;longer&lt;/span&gt; than anyone in this post&lt;br /&gt;It was after Brown Sugar, and especially after Madeas family reunion&lt;br /&gt;Damn i loved his character in that movie&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch clips from that movie... Scenes he appeared in&lt;br /&gt;The Bus scene...&lt;br /&gt;The Park Scene with the kids&lt;br /&gt;The wedding vows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SuOyGCUZjbI/AAAAAAAAASA/IMymX0k4kvA/s1600-h/BorisKodjoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SuOyGCUZjbI/AAAAAAAAASA/IMymX0k4kvA/s400/BorisKodjoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396352595291377074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gaga over Boris Kodjoe&lt;br /&gt;As in i went to bed smiling because i knew i would wake up, to watch another 10 minutes of Boris Kodjoe&lt;br /&gt;I was that obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SuOLNMa_OpI/AAAAAAAAARw/Dxd3MXMjY5c/s1600-h/game33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SuOLNMa_OpI/AAAAAAAAARw/Dxd3MXMjY5c/s320/game33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396309837308967570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was Derwin Davis from the Game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with Reel life, lets talk about Real life&lt;br /&gt;I wont lie, i am very &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;attracted&lt;/span&gt; to very good looking guys&lt;br /&gt;but i have always been a chicken, so i always act uninterested and not-so-impressed... &lt;br /&gt;More important than looks, is a guys attitude&lt;br /&gt;After spending 2 minutes listening to Mr World and you realize how shallow, self conceited, rude, vain, or boring he is, you cant blame me for seeing that Mask of fineness just washing away from him like rain washing paint off a wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(very bad comparison but... u get?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And yeah, there have been guys who never really stroked my fancy at first but after getting to know them, you actually find yourself growing really fond of them&lt;br /&gt;Like really fond of them&lt;br /&gt;There is more to a guy than the Versace on his back&lt;br /&gt;Or how sleek those sideburns look&lt;br /&gt;Or that Million Dollar pack&lt;br /&gt;There is more to a guy than all that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have crushes on guys and nobody ever knows&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nobody ever&lt;/span&gt; knows&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but coincidentally when i like someone&lt;br /&gt;i always have a girlfriend coming to tell me about how much she likes the same person&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; encourage her&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;talk&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;and watch them hit it off&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had crushes on guys and a year later i suddenly bump into them and go...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what the HELL was i thinking??!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a crush on a guy but when he asked if i felt the same way i claimed i liked someone else&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have liked and talked non stop about a guy for the whole weekend and saw him the following Monday and realized he was not so cute after all&lt;br /&gt;It was not so long ago&lt;br /&gt;It was just a week ago&lt;br /&gt;Well now, a crush to me, is just an excuse to gush with my girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; into my boo&lt;br /&gt;So no matter how cute mr-whatshis name is&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt care less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! of cos and my famous girl crush&lt;br /&gt;on miss keri baby!&lt;br /&gt;i actually make it look like a big thing&lt;br /&gt;most people look at me and say&lt;br /&gt;u have a what...&lt;br /&gt;and i say &lt;br /&gt;"girl crush"&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;am crazy most times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On a totally random issue&lt;br /&gt;I just heard "swagger"&lt;br /&gt;in an indian movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i was like... but why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways &lt;a href="http://www.1blackbutterfly.wordpress.com/"&gt;My favorite girl&lt;/a&gt; is coming to see me&lt;br /&gt;she reads too much! She just left school around this time on a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;lol now y'all know why she doesn't update her blog in ages :D&lt;br /&gt;Yaayyy she just called me so am going to pick her up&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a wonderful girls night in!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-4994564914824003898?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/4994564914824003898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=4994564914824003898&amp;isPopup=true' title='112 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4994564914824003898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4994564914824003898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/10/crush-krsh-burning-desire-to-be-with.html' title='Crush: / krsh/  a burning desire to be with someone who you find very attractive and extremely special.'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SuOPJTBYSqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/UWnuSEORjTQ/s72-c/boogresizedap3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>112</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-1601476940480311827</id><published>2009-10-20T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:59:40.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law abiding citizen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/St54ujsJvKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/H2mNkB1akUo/s1600-h/law-abiding-citizen-poster+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/St54ujsJvKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/H2mNkB1akUo/s400/law-abiding-citizen-poster+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394882144886176930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;am not gonna spoil it for anyone&lt;br /&gt;but DAMN! &lt;br /&gt;For my people on blogsville that have watched it...&lt;br /&gt;Did u find it as wonderful-in-a-i-have-to-write-the-producer-a-long-thank-you-letter way?&lt;br /&gt;I did!&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Foxx was excellent&lt;br /&gt;And so was Gerald Butler&lt;br /&gt;(wow... so Romantic comedys were not his only forte)&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed, lovely people&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back, when i have real posts&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/St544HgplII/AAAAAAAAARY/Tinpnk0Czzo/s1600-h/law_abiding_citizen_poster-405x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/St544HgplII/AAAAAAAAARY/Tinpnk0Czzo/s400/law_abiding_citizen_poster-405x600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394882309120431234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-1601476940480311827?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/1601476940480311827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=1601476940480311827&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1601476940480311827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1601476940480311827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/10/law-abiding-citizen.html' title='The Law abiding citizen'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/St54ujsJvKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/H2mNkB1akUo/s72-c/law-abiding-citizen-poster+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-1875812720593003511</id><published>2009-10-19T13:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:22:41.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Fierce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/StytnyO_v-I/AAAAAAAAARI/7T05xt3cyA4/s1600-h/Rojoane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/StytnyO_v-I/AAAAAAAAARI/7T05xt3cyA4/s400/Rojoane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394377352694185954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I call her Red&lt;br /&gt;Shes got a mind that works faster than ul ever know&lt;br /&gt;Shes eloquent... shes dares to be different&lt;br /&gt;Meet Fierce &lt;a href="http://fierce-ness.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;you will love her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-1875812720593003511?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='here' href='http://fierce-ness.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/1875812720593003511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=1875812720593003511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1875812720593003511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1875812720593003511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-fierce.html' title='Meet Fierce'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/StytnyO_v-I/AAAAAAAAARI/7T05xt3cyA4/s72-c/Rojoane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-9011031735711440851</id><published>2009-10-08T06:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:10:35.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the centre cannot hold...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Ss_qUMr6yyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fh5Bt-WpcYs/s1600-h/ARJUNASHFILMFARE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Ss_qUMr6yyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fh5Bt-WpcYs/s400/ARJUNASHFILMFARE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390784911709489954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t writers block&lt;br /&gt;Or bloggers blog, sorry I meant block&lt;br /&gt;It was both&lt;br /&gt;Add school, work and a very bad flu in there&lt;br /&gt;Mix very well, keeping in mind the million times u logged on blogsville&lt;br /&gt;read, laughed, and quietly signed out&lt;br /&gt;garnish with a movie a two&lt;br /&gt;serve with lots of love and an apology&lt;br /&gt;And enjoy what it brings&lt;br /&gt;Todays post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first things first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What i think about Fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it wasn't disapointing&lt;br /&gt;It was just okay&lt;br /&gt;Its just not my fave dance movie&lt;br /&gt;The last 30 minutes *two thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;but before then&lt;br /&gt;i had checked my wristwatch about six times...&lt;br /&gt;and by sweetness' standards&lt;br /&gt;thats a no-no for a movie thats supposed to be worth watching&lt;br /&gt;But the soundtrack has been in my head ever since&lt;br /&gt;and so has this music video&lt;br /&gt;i just love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ncSD6mcV5TE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ncSD6mcV5TE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Things fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very good friend was taking part&lt;br /&gt;and that was  the only reason i went to watch the play&lt;br /&gt;and it was worth every minute&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't laughed so much in a long while&lt;br /&gt;An anonymous blogger was also in the play&lt;br /&gt;she knows her self *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna put her picture in the costume and all but there's no point&lt;br /&gt;since u dont even know the anonymous blogger&lt;br /&gt;even without the afro *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Ss3_M1bFlAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3t_1UUCbyKg/s1600-h/Things+fall+apart+Canada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Ss3_M1bFlAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/3t_1UUCbyKg/s400/Things+fall+apart+Canada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390244924996555778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On someone's stupidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tall slim, off a magazine cover blonde in Leather and jeans meets me one night&lt;br /&gt;while i was stuggling to close accounts with all the noise going on&lt;br /&gt;her: (noisily chewing gum, not so impressive considering the carefully and beautifully made face) where can i get water for the performers&lt;br /&gt;me: (*blank stare* okay so what if am wearing a shirt that says staff, you are right in front of the fridge)... umm i dunno what kind of water the performers take but everybody else gets water from that fridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was that harsh? i'll blame it on the ah ah aah test coming up tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;On my Flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is finally paying me for all the wicked things i think and do&lt;br /&gt;I woke up one morning with a terrible flu&lt;br /&gt;so bad i was scared it was swine flu&lt;br /&gt;Tufiakwa! mba!&lt;br /&gt;not my portion&lt;br /&gt;am feeling much better now thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old feeling is back, am finally getting what all the fuss about twitter is about&lt;br /&gt;i love it... for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres this ghanaian film&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Men... with Majeed, Jackie et all&lt;br /&gt;hands together for the first west african porno&lt;br /&gt;what can i say&lt;br /&gt;havent watched it yet but the trailer i saw said more than enough&lt;br /&gt;oh well am keeping my fingers crossed&lt;br /&gt;until i watch it&lt;br /&gt;*smh*&lt;br /&gt;An old friend found me on facebook yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Red has a blog&lt;br /&gt;so does esay&lt;br /&gt;anyway am off to bed&lt;br /&gt;TGIF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i leave... heres wishing Aisha happy married life&lt;br /&gt;i finally found a picture i loved enough to share with you guys&lt;br /&gt;isnt she a beautiful bride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Ss_sNfJ5rkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yblA6tgTKfI/s1600-h/aisha+and+ibrahim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Ss_sNfJ5rkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/yblA6tgTKfI/s400/aisha+and+ibrahim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390786995431255618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend guys&lt;br /&gt;much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-9011031735711440851?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/9011031735711440851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=9011031735711440851&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/9011031735711440851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/9011031735711440851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-centre-cannot-hold.html' title='When the centre cannot hold...'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Ss_qUMr6yyI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fh5Bt-WpcYs/s72-c/ARJUNASHFILMFARE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-7538618165092421063</id><published>2009-09-24T15:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:48:07.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SrvaAaDg33I/AAAAAAAAAP0/JvVlbJk6yr0/s1600-h/jay-oprah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SrvaAaDg33I/AAAAAAAAAP0/JvVlbJk6yr0/s400/jay-oprah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385137479980474226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am pretty excited about watching &lt;strong&gt;Fame&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I hope its reaally good, am gonna be disappointed if its not&lt;br /&gt;like seriously its the only dance movie all year.&lt;br /&gt;Right now am watching Jay Z on the Oprah show.&lt;br /&gt;Great personality, he is.&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing to know that all through his teenage years while he sold drugs&lt;br /&gt;He never took drugs&lt;br /&gt;But thats not surprising is it&lt;br /&gt;'Good dealers dont do' ayt??&lt;br /&gt;True&lt;br /&gt;I just got a call from my boss&lt;br /&gt;some mix up in my schedule&lt;br /&gt;I am doing all my assignments now, yeah like every single one&lt;br /&gt;before i go to work because am working till late &lt;br /&gt;and am gonna be pretty exhausted by the time i get back home&lt;br /&gt;Yes and this weekend am gonna be 'acting mommys baby'&lt;br /&gt;no assignments, thank u very much&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Back to my old habits&lt;br /&gt;my X rated novels are back!&lt;br /&gt;yes, yours truly got all the books she stashed under her bed out&lt;br /&gt;and read and re-read them over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me- i have to get more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a whole lot!&lt;br /&gt;So today in class, Ricco hid my apple juice&lt;br /&gt;(why?) i dont know&lt;br /&gt;okay am kidding, its a little game we play&lt;br /&gt;so apparently Costa had his apple juice on the desk too&lt;br /&gt;And Iman kept hers too later&lt;br /&gt;on that same table&lt;br /&gt;all apple juice(s)&lt;br /&gt;And while R is doing some other thing&lt;br /&gt;I pick up an apple juice&lt;br /&gt;and conveniently sipped it until class was over&lt;br /&gt;and when the bell goes Ricco brings out my juice and is like&lt;br /&gt;"i see u did not miss your juice today"&lt;br /&gt;and am like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaaaaaaat???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boo. teribly&lt;br /&gt;And no, its not the novels, i just got off the phone with him&lt;br /&gt;i really do miss him, and i hate this distance&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money, Success and Fame never change you&lt;br /&gt;They just bring out the you that has been hiding&lt;br /&gt;when you did not have them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yess!&lt;br /&gt;Banky W and Karl Wolf are performing in &lt;em&gt;Ottawa&lt;/em&gt; tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new friend&lt;br /&gt;everybody say hi to Lola&lt;br /&gt;Xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-7538618165092421063?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/7538618165092421063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=7538618165092421063&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7538618165092421063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7538618165092421063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/09/fame.html' title='Fame and Me'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SrvaAaDg33I/AAAAAAAAAP0/JvVlbJk6yr0/s72-c/jay-oprah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-1348023147742814571</id><published>2009-09-22T12:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:59:30.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Usher (oh and Peter of course)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SrkcbCRZD1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/7MPmF6UxsL4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SrkcbCRZD1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/7MPmF6UxsL4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384366080290000722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="thisday newspaper"&gt;http://www.thisdayonline.com/nview.php?id=154942&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a must read for anyone who hasn't seen it already&lt;br /&gt;(am a bit sloooow on things work, school and all)&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;The season premiere of Heroes 'Orientation' was great&lt;br /&gt;it just had me thinking...&lt;br /&gt;how did i even survive without Heroes?&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;RESOLUTIONS&lt;br /&gt;*rolling my eyes*&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know! its September and am just making resolutions&lt;br /&gt;wrong!&lt;br /&gt;I made 'em in January&lt;br /&gt;am just adding 3 new now :-)&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ever*&lt;br /&gt;from a girl or guy, no drama&lt;br /&gt;as soon as u smell drama, back out&lt;br /&gt;nobody ever understands me when i start with my no-drama-wahala&lt;br /&gt;I grew up as an 'almost-only' child&lt;br /&gt;i am not used to 'they say u say'&lt;br /&gt;I am not used to 'they will start saying...'&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely hate'... i heard that...'&lt;br /&gt;shut up already!&lt;br /&gt;Its really unfortunate that i lose interest very easily&lt;br /&gt;and i probably suck at keeping in touch&lt;br /&gt;SMH&lt;br /&gt;really i do&lt;br /&gt;but anyway back to the important stuff&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;There's something about guys&lt;br /&gt;I think all cheats look alike&lt;br /&gt;I think all liars look alike&lt;br /&gt;I think all skirt chasers have &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; particular look&lt;br /&gt;am i the only person who feels that way&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah the post title... i had this dream about usher&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;infact... weird!&lt;br /&gt;I have a class in fifteen minutes&lt;br /&gt;Send ur BB pins &lt;br /&gt;i need t add y'all&lt;br /&gt;Much love &lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-1348023147742814571?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/1348023147742814571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=1348023147742814571&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1348023147742814571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1348023147742814571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-and-usher-oh-and-peter-of-course.html' title='Me and Usher (oh and Peter of course)'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SrkcbCRZD1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/7MPmF6UxsL4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-6683948246758001379</id><published>2009-09-16T10:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:20:29.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The VMA i did not watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SrEMibw7REI/AAAAAAAAAPk/GUjwzgCsC10/s1600-h/articleimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SrEMibw7REI/AAAAAAAAAPk/GUjwzgCsC10/s400/articleimage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382096815392506946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown &lt;- He is first on my list for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Tip T.I Harris&lt;br /&gt;Idris Elba&lt;br /&gt;Paul Walker&lt;br /&gt;Michael Ealy&lt;br /&gt;Hayden Christensen&lt;br /&gt;Jay Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;Matt Dillon&lt;br /&gt;All in one movie&lt;br /&gt;*TAKERS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SrEIeIN0K8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Ygzvz3liCNE/s1600-h/Takers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SrEIeIN0K8I/AAAAAAAAAPc/Ygzvz3liCNE/s400/Takers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382092343378979778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;back to my main post&lt;br /&gt;What was i even doing while everyone else was watching the VMA?&lt;br /&gt;ohh i was doing an assignment&lt;br /&gt;A long one, and clicking all over the net for volunteer sites&lt;br /&gt;did i hear you say &lt;em&gt;wtf?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly &lt;br /&gt;but thats gist for another day&lt;br /&gt;So kanye did something &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; really surprising right?&lt;br /&gt;who else but kanye?&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;If i were Taylor Swift that night, what would i do?&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I just saw an ass-grabbing pic of kanye west and amber rose&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful amber rose&lt;br /&gt;but no thank you&lt;br /&gt;i dont put distasteful(?) pictures on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading the reviews for facebook lite&lt;br /&gt;Facebook for Africa: Facebook Lite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;World’s number 1 social networking website Facebook last week launched a very light version of their popular platform, for people in low-bandwidth situations who still need to connect to Facebook without opting for the mobile phone versions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think its awesome&lt;br /&gt;because for some reason my computer is sloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow&lt;br /&gt;You can check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lite.facebook.com"&gt;http//lite.facebook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really does load quickly&lt;br /&gt;It truly is light&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;I still love Kanye &lt;br /&gt;And i still have him on my ringtone&lt;br /&gt;but like he said&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Look at the valedictorian scared of the future&lt;br /&gt;While I hop in the Delorean&lt;br /&gt;Scared-to-face-the-world complacent career student&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people graduate, but be still stupid&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Stupid...&lt;br /&gt;Stupid...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;great song&lt;a href="http://lite.facebook.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lite.facebook.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-6683948246758001379?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/6683948246758001379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=6683948246758001379&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/6683948246758001379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/6683948246758001379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/09/vma-i-did-not-watch.html' title='The VMA i did not watch'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SrEMibw7REI/AAAAAAAAAPk/GUjwzgCsC10/s72-c/articleimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-4035702268482573432</id><published>2009-09-12T12:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T17:37:20.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inconvenient Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sqv58r3-KcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-GNOkR0v57k/s1600-h/emina_jahovic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sqv58r3-KcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-GNOkR0v57k/s400/emina_jahovic1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380669000789141954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lately I’ve been hard to reach&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been too long on my own&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has a private world&lt;br /&gt;Where they can be alone&lt;br /&gt;Are you calling me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to get through?&lt;br /&gt;Are you reaching out for me?&lt;br /&gt;Like I’m reaching out for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MeMoirs of an imperfectly perfect Shopaholic by Es*ay Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn she iiiis a shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;I just got off the phone with my bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;I call her tweeny&lt;br /&gt;Cos a lot of people think we are sisters&lt;br /&gt;because according to them we &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; look &lt;br /&gt;alike&lt;br /&gt;which i find really flattering because OMG shes a beauty&lt;br /&gt;and am not just saying this cos shes my besto&lt;br /&gt;am saying it cos thats the truth&lt;br /&gt;Sept 10th was her birthday&lt;br /&gt;and i called her to hear all the juicy details &lt;br /&gt;and desciptions of all the glorious gifts i couldnt help unwrap :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of School was soo not bad at all&lt;br /&gt;hell, scratch that&lt;br /&gt;First week of school was fab!&lt;br /&gt;My mom is fine&lt;br /&gt;I was with her earlier this week, back home to pick a couple of things over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;and travel back to her place&lt;br /&gt;Have i ever mentioned how much i love my mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GReEn LiViNG by Sweetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone seen the Brita commercial&lt;br /&gt;The one with an empty bottle and it says "Forever in a landfill"&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;I also urge you to watch the Inconvenient truth today&lt;br /&gt;You can buy it online, rent it online&lt;br /&gt;get it from any movie store, it is a must watch mos def!&lt;br /&gt;Going green is the only option we have&lt;br /&gt;My name is now Sweetness&lt;br /&gt;*written in green :)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Other developments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 9/11 remembrance yesterday there was a major scare apparently&lt;br /&gt;A suspicious boat was spotted and fired at&lt;br /&gt;This was at the Potomac River opposite The pentagon military headquaters&lt;br /&gt;where Obama was giving a speech&lt;br /&gt;It was later revealed to be a training exercise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And secondly dear blogsvile&lt;br /&gt;i ask what is the meaning of this?&lt;br /&gt;wot do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqwgVQYvTsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1TFoqTOmiBs/s1600-h/6a00d8341c630a53ef0120a556b3b4970c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqwgVQYvTsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/1TFoqTOmiBs/s400/6a00d8341c630a53ef0120a556b3b4970c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380711204348972738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-4035702268482573432?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/4035702268482573432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=4035702268482573432&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4035702268482573432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4035702268482573432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/09/inconvenient-truth.html' title='The Inconvenient Truth'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sqv58r3-KcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-GNOkR0v57k/s72-c/emina_jahovic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-2769265383698128750</id><published>2009-09-09T16:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:24:30.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Number one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqgbgdsRKwI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UJm_8g--iqs/s1600-h/keri+hilson-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 323px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqgbgdsRKwI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UJm_8g--iqs/s400/keri+hilson-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379579999434124034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BREAKING NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Evangelos Michelakis of the University of Alberta in Edmonton, Canada, and his colleagues tested DCA on human cells cultured outside the body and found that it killed lung, breast and brain cancer cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute of silence&lt;br /&gt;Today is 09-09-09&lt;br /&gt;Another minute of silence&lt;br /&gt;You still dont get it?&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;cure for cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let me remind you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqgbmAGW7PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZuY9vWypacs/s1600-h/i-am-legend-will-smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqgbmAGW7PI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZuY9vWypacs/s400/i-am-legend-will-smith.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379580094569704690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah now u remember Will smiths &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the cure for cancer wiped out 7/8 of the earths population&lt;br /&gt;in 2009&lt;br /&gt;oh well maybe i watch too many movies&lt;br /&gt;*I pray the cure is real though*&lt;br /&gt;nobody deserves such pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for keri... everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;everybody on my facebook at least&lt;br /&gt;and all the crazy bisexual keri rumours are not even allowed to be processed in my brain&lt;br /&gt;they are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;lyrics people of the world&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from work and school so am tired&lt;br /&gt;update later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have noticed my posts sometimes have nothing to do with the post title&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-2769265383698128750?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/2769265383698128750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=2769265383698128750&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2769265383698128750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2769265383698128750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/09/number-one.html' title='Number one'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqgbgdsRKwI/AAAAAAAAAO8/UJm_8g--iqs/s72-c/keri+hilson-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-7226914736676334034</id><published>2009-09-06T21:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:38:12.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fag is the new sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqR724Ip4YI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TbFuJN47V3s/s1600-h/28007334_lightbulb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqR724Ip4YI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TbFuJN47V3s/s400/28007334_lightbulb.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378560037699051906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my words&lt;br /&gt;My friends girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;really pweety girl&lt;br /&gt;and i was looking for a title for my post&lt;br /&gt;by the way&lt;br /&gt;Eureka!&lt;br /&gt;I just made a very important discovery&lt;br /&gt;I danced for a whole minute&lt;br /&gt;Its like finding TI's number on ur skype&lt;br /&gt;okay not really&lt;br /&gt;but close&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Es*ay just found out that one girl she knows is preggars&lt;br /&gt;preggars for who?&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt know&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Am starting school in two days&lt;br /&gt;am wondering where my holiday went&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, 2 posts ago i was making so much noise about my holiday and how i was gonna spend it, and now, am getting ' go green' notebooks. pfft&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I watched this movie today&lt;br /&gt;The king is mine&lt;br /&gt;sounds cheesy huh?&lt;br /&gt;its nice. really. the 2nd part was seriously dragged but well, whats new?&lt;br /&gt;It reminded everyone of Tudors&lt;br /&gt;The whole Shakespearean english&lt;br /&gt;Royal setting&lt;br /&gt;great movie&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I just found out my housemate was prom queen&lt;br /&gt;lets call her *red*&lt;br /&gt;anyway shes really cool and nice&lt;br /&gt;my leenarhh is back from Montreal&lt;br /&gt;her sister is back from NY&lt;br /&gt;enkayy will be back soon&lt;br /&gt;JN is leaving Taipei around now&lt;br /&gt;i missed him :-(&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a 3 minute play today titled "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;deal or no deal&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;its about sexual harrasment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqR8El0TtEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/h0LnrNioDXc/s1600-h/%E5%A6%87%E5%A5%B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqR8El0TtEI/AAAAAAAAAO0/h0LnrNioDXc/s400/%E5%A6%87%E5%A5%B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378560273300042818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A girl in her early 20’s, is sitting on the sofa in a house. She is wearing a grey suit and red shirt, she checks her wristwatch it’s about 6:30 in the evening. She has been there for about 10 minutes, she observes her surroundings. The house is beautifully furnished. A man walks in; he looks like he’s 48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: You must be Lisa&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Yes sir, I am Lisa Adams. &lt;br /&gt;Man: Mark Brown, pleasure meeting you&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: Same here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They shake hands, he offers her a seat and sits opposite her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: so can I offer you something?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: No am ok, thank you, I will just like to discuss our company’s proposal with you and...&lt;br /&gt;Mark: (cuts her short) yeah I understand all that, and I am prepared to transfer my account to your company, which is why I asked you to reschedule this meeting to my place&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: Oh thank you very much; this is much easier than I thought&lt;br /&gt;Mark: well with someone as beautiful as you, nothing should be hard, are you sure you don’t want a drink?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: umm... no, Im ok thank you&lt;br /&gt;Mark: You are a beautiful young lady Lisa, how long have you been a service agent?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: (bringing out some documents from her bag) For  6 months... can u please sign these documents sir?&lt;br /&gt;Mark:  (he smiles, and leans back in the chair) yeah bring them over&lt;br /&gt;He looks at her, as she walks toward him, and he licks his lips, she sits down and hands him a pen&lt;br /&gt;Mark: come closer, come closer... Lisa, you know I have an account your company needs very much, and I also happen to find you very attractive&lt;br /&gt;He moves closer to her, and starts touching her arm, she moves back&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: Excuse me? Umm sir I don’t do this&lt;br /&gt;Mark: Nobody has to know, besides my wife and kids are not in the country so you can spend the night...&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: what?! I do not mix business with pleasure, it is against my company’s regulations to date clients&lt;br /&gt;Mark: Its not a date, lets just call it a payment for my account. Besides this is not gonna be the first time, Katy and Jasmine were here 8 months and they got my accounts for my other two companys, it was a wild night haha... we could go to my hotel if you want&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: I am not so sure about this&lt;br /&gt;Mark: its okay just think about how much your company needs this account, you could lose your job if you don’t get it&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, and leaned back, he knew he had her now, he couldn’t wait to ravish his latest conquest&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: Do you promise to give me the account?&lt;br /&gt;Mark: its all yours, just do as I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;He started to unbutton her shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She opened her bag and brought out a mini voice recorder from her bag and waved it in front of him, smiling&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark: what is the meaning of these?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: well lets just say I have evidence against you now, I have recorded all our conversation and I intend to use it against you&lt;br /&gt;Mark: what?!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: Your dirty deeds have caught up with you, you mess up, and I take this recorder to the cops&lt;br /&gt;Mark: you have to be kidding, don’t give me that bull shit&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: your case has been brought up to our station a couple of times but for lack of evidence, nothing has been done, so imagine how useful this voice recorder will be to them&lt;br /&gt;Mark stood  up, he knew he was busted now, but he wouldn’t give up so easily&lt;br /&gt;Mar&lt;br /&gt;k: well this is my house, and I can tell security to not let you out until you give me the recorder&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: I am not so stupid, I am here with the cops and if I am not out  in... (she looked at her watch again) in 3 minutes, they will be coming in, so do we have a deal? Its your choice, you sign my papers or I give them the recorder&lt;br /&gt;Mark: This is blackmail!&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: it is what you do well, you have two minutes Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my commenting stuff is back&lt;br /&gt;after how many months...&lt;br /&gt;I am not so faceless after all&lt;br /&gt;I should have figured &lt;br /&gt;(i should just put my picture on the top right hand corner of my blog)&lt;br /&gt;or not!&lt;br /&gt;:-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyt unveiled!&lt;br /&gt;its sweetness!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-7226914736676334034?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/7226914736676334034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=7226914736676334034&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7226914736676334034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7226914736676334034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/09/fag-is-new-sexy.html' title='Fag is the new sexy'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqR724Ip4YI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TbFuJN47V3s/s72-c/28007334_lightbulb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-1929877590108537075</id><published>2009-09-05T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:33:08.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqIFzNpoxDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SvpC2cjfAwA/s1600-h/Beyonc%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqIFzNpoxDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SvpC2cjfAwA/s400/Beyonc%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377867282429559858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with a beautiful... um how will i refer to her&lt;br /&gt;my friend, yes a beautiful friend&lt;br /&gt;AND my miss beautiful friend doesnt know Brad pitt&lt;br /&gt;**serious!**&lt;br /&gt;she reads my blog&lt;br /&gt;and she knows its me, why? she said cos it sounds like me&lt;br /&gt;and she put two and two togather&lt;br /&gt;(yeah i knew i was gonna get busted soon)&lt;br /&gt;just not thiiiis soon &lt;br /&gt;damnit&lt;br /&gt;anyway i know u are reading this&lt;br /&gt;Show urself!!!&lt;br /&gt;looool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buyaaka Buyaaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inflicting tremendous pain on someone wih your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possibly my greatest weapon (which i never use)&lt;br /&gt;but do we ever realise how much pain our words can cause&lt;br /&gt;especially if we lace them with the right biting remarks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am back on twitter&lt;br /&gt;*checking my nails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Final destination was A*W*Esome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my beyonce&lt;br /&gt;i like beyonce&lt;br /&gt;alot&lt;br /&gt;i sing all her songs is in the shower&lt;br /&gt;and kitchen&lt;br /&gt;shes 28!&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine?&lt;br /&gt;where did 25, 26 and 27 go&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-1929877590108537075?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/1929877590108537075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=1929877590108537075&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1929877590108537075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1929877590108537075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/09/show-yourself.html' title='Show yourself'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SqIFzNpoxDI/AAAAAAAAAOk/SvpC2cjfAwA/s72-c/Beyonc%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-8472249453651087032</id><published>2009-08-25T05:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:34:15.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble on Merivale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SpPKN31JQtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Yz-ysPbrX0E/s1600-h/no_jokes_please.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SpPKN31JQtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Yz-ysPbrX0E/s400/no_jokes_please.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373861120057098962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't supposed to be back here until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;but this can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;hmmmn see me see trouble oh&lt;br /&gt;Okay first things first, Es*ay, Khd (our almost brother)and Np, his friend from Hamilton who has been around for a couple of days and myself went to Swiss Chalet for dinner (1st &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;meal&lt;/span&gt; of the day after how many hours) &lt;br /&gt;after that Khd said he wanted to get a milkshake from the Mcdonalds nearby, Esay and I said we wanted Tim Hortons Iced Cappuccino which was across the road from Mcdonalds, we were walking when suddenly we saw this car coming towards us with full speed, we moved aside, and when he passed he started screaming insults on us&lt;br /&gt;something that included "... you 12 year olds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust the guys, they were already too pissed to be calm&lt;br /&gt;then the guy stopped a couple of meters infront of us and was getting something out from the trunk of his car&lt;br /&gt;a gun?&lt;br /&gt;Me and Es*ay did not wait to see&lt;br /&gt;We ran behind a pillar and waited for the gunshot&lt;br /&gt;looo0ooool&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing was we were laughing while hiding&lt;br /&gt;but i swear we were scared!&lt;br /&gt;the place was deserted as a cemetery&lt;br /&gt;and the Beer Shop was a few meters away&lt;br /&gt;all i could think was... he's drunk &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; armed!&lt;br /&gt;looo0ool&lt;br /&gt;anyway he drove off&lt;br /&gt;and Np was like looo0oool we actually hid?&lt;br /&gt;what if the guy blasted them &lt;br /&gt;jeeeeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I was reading one of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Linda Ikeji&lt;/span&gt;'s post &lt;br /&gt;she wrote about Boris Kodjoe's wedding vows&lt;br /&gt;now i am reminded of why i fell in instant love with him right after&lt;br /&gt;Madeas family reunion&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Recent disturbances: ES*AY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es*ay&lt;br /&gt;Es*ay&lt;br /&gt;Es*ay&lt;br /&gt;hmmm that girl won't kill me&lt;br /&gt;I have always wished for a sister&lt;br /&gt;but this one is my worst nightmare&lt;br /&gt;jokes. jokes&lt;br /&gt;but for real though&lt;br /&gt;I will post her picture on this blog soon&lt;br /&gt;when you see her, you will swear she can't hurt a fly&lt;br /&gt;But she gives me p&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AAA&lt;/span&gt;in&lt;br /&gt;she tortures my pooor soul&lt;br /&gt;that child! infact&lt;br /&gt;apart from her vampy traits&lt;br /&gt;(she wants a vampire boyfriend, she doesnt like coming out during the day, she loves cranberry juice, strawberries.... any thing &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;She scares me at night&lt;br /&gt;She hides &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; the laundry machine in the dark and wait for me to pass and she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jumps&lt;/span&gt; out&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows Edward Cullens mailing address?&lt;br /&gt;i need to put her in an envelope :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-8472249453651087032?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/8472249453651087032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=8472249453651087032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8472249453651087032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8472249453651087032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/08/trouble-on-merivale.html' title='Trouble on Merivale'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SpPKN31JQtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Yz-ysPbrX0E/s72-c/no_jokes_please.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-2515036332923376555</id><published>2009-08-24T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:58:05.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little of this.... okay and that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SpMMtF0MxQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qvvqi8bb9vM/s1600-h/radioactive-happiness-face.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SpMMtF0MxQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qvvqi8bb9vM/s400/radioactive-happiness-face.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373652749177898242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well helloo there! hows everything going? Its August and Inglorious Basterds is *bleep bleep* awesome!&lt;br /&gt;You know, its not like the regular movies you hear so much about and when you are in the cinema, 45 minutes into the film, you check your wristwatch for the 6th time, and wonder what the fuss was about, you should have just stayed at home and read blogs&lt;br /&gt;I have never loved war movies, when i was younger, my dad's war films used to make me wonder, when are they gonna get home&lt;br /&gt;i'll sleep off, wake and ask my dad again, "why are they still fighting?"&lt;br /&gt;"they are fighting a war sweetness"&lt;br /&gt;around that time,i would have dozed off again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dads favorites were probably, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They died with their shoes on&lt;/span&gt;, Major Dundee, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;High road to china&lt;/span&gt; and a couple of other ones with angry looking men, with what i called charcoal back in the days all over their body, shooting behing trees, heavy boots and too much shouting, i wonder which was louder, the shooting or the shouting&lt;br /&gt;(or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; shouting)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SpMMNcaAiKI/AAAAAAAAANs/60SzNe30NhA/s1600-h/brad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SpMMNcaAiKI/AAAAAAAAANs/60SzNe30NhA/s320/brad1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373652205486246050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt war movies were for big soilders like my dad. Until this one&lt;br /&gt;The Inglorious Basterds&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the third day into Ramadan.... Mashaallah&lt;br /&gt;I have been bringing my deen out&lt;br /&gt;(deen /di:n/ arabic for belief :)&lt;br /&gt;it kinda happens around this time, every ramadan&lt;br /&gt;like most other muslims&lt;br /&gt;I spend more time reading and understanding the Quran&lt;br /&gt;Reading the Hadiths&lt;br /&gt;Being a better person generally&lt;br /&gt;I dont have bad habits like smoking or drinking to stop (or miss for hours)but i do read lots of novels with a unPG rating&lt;br /&gt;now thats what i have to quit for 30 days&lt;br /&gt;and i dont mind at all&lt;br /&gt;And am not much of a food person so basically for me Ramadan is just one of those days... just knowing u cant open the fridge and just get something out and eat is what makes it feel like Ramadan. bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SpMMe-MORwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/_8WZ_5M0Dow/s1600-h/AAAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SpMMe-MORwI/AAAAAAAAAN0/_8WZ_5M0Dow/s320/AAAAA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373652506613008130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? My first ramadan not at 'home'&lt;br /&gt;home: A place where ur family stay, during ramadan, 10 course meals are prepared, more family members come over, you all sit together and wait for magrib prayer to be called and you eat for a whole hour and half before going to pray&lt;br /&gt;Its a tradition of the Prophet Muhammed, peace be upon him to start with dates (Dabino) so thats what you start with, then you begin your rounds, Kunu, Kosai (hausa for beancakes) potatoes, eggs, rice, sausages, pounded yam, semovita, tuwo and all kids of soup&lt;br /&gt;fruit salad, peppersoup, peppersoup, peppersoup, caeser salad, drinks, water drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now i live in an apartment&lt;br /&gt;apartment: A place where students live, and in ramadan they take fruits, make noodles and lots of coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HOME&lt;br /&gt;if u never knew, now u do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOoD nEWS&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;br /&gt;My mum just left Nigeria&lt;br /&gt;Shes going to Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;and here!!&lt;br /&gt;to her baby &lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;I love that woman, shes more than a best friend.. shes a sister!!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wonder what is so special about Ramadan&lt;br /&gt;Ramadan is one of the 12 months of the islamic calender&lt;br /&gt;its the month in which the Holy Quran&lt;br /&gt;Our book of guidance was reveiled&lt;br /&gt;All prayers are answered and&lt;br /&gt;All sins are forgiven &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh in Nigeria, magrib sometimes was as early as 5:55pm&lt;br /&gt;in Abuja and kaduna it was around 6:15&lt;br /&gt;Lagos 6:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE: 8:10pm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol its 6pm now unveiled&lt;br /&gt;Ramadan mubarak dearie&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-2515036332923376555?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/2515036332923376555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=2515036332923376555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2515036332923376555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2515036332923376555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-of-this-okay-and-that.html' title='A little of this.... okay and that!'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SpMMtF0MxQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qvvqi8bb9vM/s72-c/radioactive-happiness-face.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-7622753396164998055</id><published>2009-08-19T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:49:38.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My post exam post :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SoyrgjQ1_qI/AAAAAAAAANk/bYT4KQvdgzM/s1600-h/51TTHWOZOtL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SoyrgjQ1_qI/AAAAAAAAANk/bYT4KQvdgzM/s400/51TTHWOZOtL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371857031256211106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my exams a week ago *insert biiiig smile here*&lt;br /&gt;and no i haven't blogged since&lt;br /&gt;not like haven't blogged -haven't-blogged&lt;br /&gt;yes i read all posts but no i dont post any&lt;br /&gt;mehn!&lt;br /&gt;i am enjoying the hols like whaaat???&lt;br /&gt;i have been shopping sleeping reading novels sleeping watching movies sleeping going out hanging out sleeping and all those glorious things one can't even begin to thank God any less for&lt;br /&gt;so wassup?&lt;br /&gt; hmm lets see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;1) Am gonna read HP all over again, its been a while plus i need to get in touch with my supernatural side *bloggerhiliamus!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The much awaited time traveler's wife is out &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;if u haven't watched this film yet and you wanna do so, you should stop reading this post *spoiler alert*&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;So i think, it was a very good movie but the book is way way better&lt;br /&gt;a couple of things in the book make the ending more tear worthy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I love Eric Bana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I loove Rachael McAdams even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Yes! i absolutely love keri hilson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I love my boo... he is so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I think this is the season for love lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Haven't had a mood swing in a while... bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) RAMADAN is close!!! Knockiing practically&lt;br /&gt;omg i need ramadan to kick out all my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;fasting makes me a better person&lt;br /&gt;its the weight loss i usually dont like lol&lt;br /&gt;haha well not really&lt;br /&gt;i love everything about ramadan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I want to go to a Karaoke club (before ramadan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm now dats wassup&lt;br /&gt;much love &lt;br /&gt;i will be back&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-7622753396164998055?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/7622753396164998055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=7622753396164998055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7622753396164998055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7622753396164998055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-post-exam-post.html' title='My post exam post :)'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SoyrgjQ1_qI/AAAAAAAAANk/bYT4KQvdgzM/s72-c/51TTHWOZOtL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-2527076418731847602</id><published>2009-08-11T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:23:36.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*EXaM mOdE*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SoHuvTlQWHI/AAAAAAAAANc/o0QKxWaxRmY/s1600-h/200153889-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SoHuvTlQWHI/AAAAAAAAANc/o0QKxWaxRmY/s400/200153889-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368834727280138354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... Here's a status update that caught my attention today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names have been changed to save the innocent and not so innocent&lt;br /&gt;enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;Anyway heres his status update, and below are the interesting comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A.A&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I used 2 have da mentality ov not sleeping wit a gurl i think am gna marry,buh not any more,cuz if u no do sumbody go do nd e fit b ur friend sef.Dont get me wrong,dats if she wants to,&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; making her do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting right? wait till you see the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MPS:hmmmm must always take the car out for a test run. Try before you buy otherwise you're stuck with the broken down motor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.F: I guess virtually all angles of contention have already been delibrated... although having sex before marriege is a taboo in both Islam and christianity bt they both have provided a remedy for tasting d forbiden fruit B4 marriege. interms of Islam it is reffered to as ISTIBURAE'E in which the couple will not see or speak 2 each other 4 3 months b4... Read more they can go ahead. While, in terms of christianity they could just renounce satan &amp; embrace the holy spirit by becoming born again. there4 both religions condole's the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.S: but for real there r two thing: first if she aint a virgin why wait for ur marraige?? secondly, how do u knw if its just cos of sex u lik or dnt lik her? u hv to try it out bruv.... its a necessary eveil to do urself, b4 someon does it to u (like u said)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.A: dere is dis guy I knw before he got married to his wife he told he wasn't a virgin n she told him she was. She doesn't evn allow him kiss her dat she has neva kissd anyone dat she wants her 1st time to b special. On dia 1st nite she got busted&lt;br /&gt;She has bein doin it behind his back wit her cousin. He is abt to divorce her for breach of contract....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BG. D: tymz e no go b ur friend ma sef but ur bro,bt i stil blv se u go fit get virgin if u neva tear leather b4 marriage..cuz d world is a do me i do u thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.A: wait for marriage...yh, i know these days it's hard to trust people but it's still a moral/religious issue...besides, those guyz who got screwed over by their wives were probably sleeping with oda ppl b4 marriage too...how can a guy who wasn't "preserving" himself for his wife expect his wife to "preserve" herself for him? It's not fair to the wife... Read more o! They both got their equal sha...&lt;br /&gt;But, man, i gotta say i find Bashir's story creepy! such deception is just beyond evil....chei!&lt;br /&gt;All the same, sha...whether he "test-drived" or not, it wudn't hv changed the fact dat she was sleeping wit her cousin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.K.O: deola you make me laff how can u talk like this in 21 century come on there no virgins in world any more even in the so called villages those once are infact i dont want to go there&lt;br /&gt;no offence dont get me wrong but if i ask if you are a virgin what will you say ? this is what gals always say&lt;br /&gt;1 lie&lt;br /&gt;2 get mad and say what kind of talk is that&lt;br /&gt;3 tell you to find out ... Read more&lt;br /&gt;4 go silent on you&lt;br /&gt;all this is answers we all know where they are going&lt;br /&gt;which is HELLO AM NOT A V&lt;br /&gt;so my dear 4get all that moral gist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.H: awake u re !00% ryt i am in total support of it.Sleep with dem to know d performance of ur engine whether it is V8 or V 6.cos if u marry a dead or half engine u shud expect minimal performance.U could sleep with dem so dat she ll knw dat u re man enuf but if u allow her most definately 1 mugu ll surely taste her for u. so guys be warned.testin is allow b4 marriage but u can amend it after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.R: Its bad luck not to sleep wiv a girl u want to marry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.A: really all ur comments here r saddening...i can't accept that so many ppl think lyk this...personally, I know there r many virgins in the world (and, no, they aren't kids or village ppl!!!)...maybe u guyz r hanging out with d wrong crowd, yo.&lt;br /&gt;and C.O, I wudn't lie...i'm not ashamed of bein a virgin. It's a personal choice...but bak to the topic, it's appalling dat every1 thinks u must "test-drive"...no wonder virgins are becoming fewer by the second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.P.S:Sex is an important part of a relationship. Its what distinguishes your relationship from friendship. I applaud anyone who is able to remain a virgin, they are virtually extinct, with how the world is at the moment. Im not sure how it is in Nigeria I live in London and its damned tough I tell you, but I think its difficult to marry someone you ... Read morehaven't been intimate with. How do you know you're more than just good friends? The plus side to being a virgin is that you do not know what you are missing therefore it's likely you will remain faithful which is how it should be - Im just a realist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.L:u better hamma her well before she go fall in love with man wey sabi am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z.A: Wow! this is sth goin on here.....&lt;br /&gt;Awake if u trust her, dnt let anyth colour ur view or change ur standpoint&lt;br /&gt;if every man wants 2 test drive wat do u want 2 b left of her dignity????&lt;br /&gt;as dey say gals av chicken brain n always beliv u na lies...&lt;br /&gt;... Read more&lt;br /&gt;@ Collins gals r no longer shy of nt bein virgins o! sit dwn der let pant b wearin u...lol&lt;br /&gt;d same way u want 2 taste variety, gals want too&lt;br /&gt;isnt it beta 2 av a wife dat has njoyd lyf n is faithful wen she settles dwn dan avin 1 dat sleeps wiv ur friends or fada frnds aftr marriage?&lt;br /&gt;Abeg! we r in d era of globalizatn.....&lt;br /&gt;no b man disvirgin dem? did dey do it on deir own?&lt;br /&gt;weda una like am or nt u ll stil marry dem virgin or nt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.O: Ewoooo!!! (or wateva noise they make in dose naij movies wen trouble comes)....WOW, Awwal....i'm amazed at ur post o....so these religions actually permit sex b4 marriage, abi? Wen it clearly says that one shouldn't even "approach" illegal sex talkless of doing it....&lt;br /&gt;@ zahrah; u seem to be implying that if a woman hasn't had sex b4 marriage, she's gna be an unfaithful wife....dat's something I've neva heard of b4 o....&lt;br /&gt;abeg sef, y is every1 attacking virginity? Yes, it's getting rarer by the day...but it exists and ppl shud try to maintain dat.&lt;br /&gt;And y only female virginity? For me o, I think d guy shud be a virgin too...... Read more&lt;br /&gt;tho i think ppl will hav my head off 4 even suggesting dat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z.O: babes im nt implyin anyth.....al m sayin is dat we shldnt get emotnal ova issues we dnt av control ova...lik MJ said start d change in u 1st.&lt;br /&gt;if u want 2 remain a vrgin good, cos its ll make him respect u mor n if u want a guy dat is a virgin(Ameen 2 dat) der r alot cos i noe few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.B: ask me,i know a woman's dignity is with her virginity....&lt;br /&gt;and quoting MJ-start d change with u but sud be in a positive way......u want to see more virgins? change ur perception......am alarmed 90% guys here bliv in checking out first!!!&lt;br /&gt;And hey,who says male virginity is an abomination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol honestly theres more... but i'll save u&lt;br /&gt;what do i think?&lt;br /&gt;thats post for another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XxxxX &lt;br /&gt;Sweetness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-2527076418731847602?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/2527076418731847602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=2527076418731847602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2527076418731847602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2527076418731847602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/08/exam-mode.html' title='*EXaM mOdE*'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SoHuvTlQWHI/AAAAAAAAANc/o0QKxWaxRmY/s72-c/200153889-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-9043575126950149801</id><published>2009-08-05T18:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:03:28.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Present State, Creamy Crack and other short stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SnodkXNHgOI/AAAAAAAAANU/ujNpSvTAS44/s1600-h/essence_cover_party.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SnodkXNHgOI/AAAAAAAAANU/ujNpSvTAS44/s400/essence_cover_party.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366634416506896610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right now i am in a 'love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you type love'&lt;br /&gt;Me telling my friends more than I’ve ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you type love&lt;br /&gt;I hope I make him feel as good as he makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;I want to try counting the ways he loves me&lt;br /&gt;And lose count in the middle just so I have to start all over again&lt;br /&gt;And I want to celebrate one of those one month anniversaries &lt;br /&gt;Even though they ain’t really anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;But celebrating with him just gets me really happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know this post was inspired by Shihan &lt;br /&gt;I was talking (amongst other things)with my friend&lt;br /&gt;my very good friend, and we started talking about the Doha debates&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;Will religion be a barrier &lt;br /&gt;if i fell in love with a christain?&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is sacred... and so is true love&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two films i absolutely cant wait for&lt;br /&gt;Tyler perrys (i love this guy)&lt;strong&gt;I can do bad&lt;/strong&gt; with Adam Rodriguez, Taraji P Henson and miss J Blige and of course our favorite, aunt Madea  sounds good already yeah? Just check out the Trailer :-)and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QPuvgGgvyM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2QPuvgGgvyM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Good hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loo000oool&lt;br /&gt;am sure the ladies will love this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1m-4qxz08So&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1m-4qxz08So&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol creamy Crack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say?&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to Pm Dawn's I'd die without you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-9043575126950149801?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/9043575126950149801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=9043575126950149801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/9043575126950149801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/9043575126950149801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-present-state-creamy-crack-and-other.html' title='My Present State, Creamy Crack and other short stories'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SnodkXNHgOI/AAAAAAAAANU/ujNpSvTAS44/s72-c/essence_cover_party.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-4795455605035366077</id><published>2009-08-04T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:20:43.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love U</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SnhRdYOE-vI/AAAAAAAAANM/syCaebjqmlM/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SnhRdYOE-vI/AAAAAAAAANM/syCaebjqmlM/s400/Love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366128521171499762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I Love You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, not only for what you are,&lt;br /&gt;but for what I am when I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, not only for what you have made of&lt;br /&gt;yourself, but for what you are making of me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for the part of me that you bring out;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for putting your hand into my heaped-up&lt;br /&gt;heart and passing over all the foolish, weak things&lt;br /&gt;that you can't help dimly seeing there, and for drawing&lt;br /&gt;out into the light all the beautiful belongings that no&lt;br /&gt;one else had looked quite far enough to find.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you are helping me to make&lt;br /&gt;of the lumber of my life not a tavern, but a temple;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the works of my every day not a reproach,&lt;br /&gt;but a song.&lt;br /&gt;I love you because you have done more than&lt;br /&gt;any creed could have done to make me good,&lt;br /&gt;and more than any fate could have done&lt;br /&gt;to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;You have done it without a touch,&lt;br /&gt;without a word, without a sign.&lt;br /&gt;You have done it by being yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-4795455605035366077?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/4795455605035366077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=4795455605035366077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4795455605035366077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4795455605035366077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-him.html' title='I love U'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SnhRdYOE-vI/AAAAAAAAANM/syCaebjqmlM/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-7765609238458539322</id><published>2009-08-03T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:33:17.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spanish love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sndxl_NI9vI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qNB5mSo2DDg/s1600-h/ECDD12-15_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sndxl_NI9vI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qNB5mSo2DDg/s400/ECDD12-15_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365882378470881010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i got back from Montreal i have been something else, i am so exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;jeez i should not have gotten on so many rides.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Es*ay left our crib for the first time today since we got back&lt;br /&gt;Right now am at Leenarh and En kayys place watching One tree Hill, or rather glancing at One Tree Hill every one minute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who remembers all those spanish soaps&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone watches them, hope am not the only one with an insatiable spanish love hunger&lt;br /&gt;I think my most favorite was The Gardeners daughter(La mujer del jadinero), or When you are mine (cuando seas mia)... or Second chance(Screen title: El cuerpo del deseo: body of desire). ohh my but who remembers The Gardeners daughter? Incase you dont heres a litle synopsis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0PPdNIgWxQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0PPdNIgWxQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;And the guys were so baddd! straight out of the covers of the historical romances under my pillow. &lt;br /&gt;Diego&lt;br /&gt;Salvador&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I remember when Isabella, Paloma and the signoras changed my wardrobe. It was sudeenly filled with long flowing skirts of different colours&lt;br /&gt;and matching veils.... (no they did not wear veils- that was jus my touch)&lt;br /&gt;I think spanish guys are deliciously sexy&lt;br /&gt;I think their language is sexy too&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SndyJjxTP_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/BbSboJ5rq8I/s1600-h/elcuerpory3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SndyJjxTP_I/AAAAAAAAAM8/BbSboJ5rq8I/s400/elcuerpory3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365882989581647858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i am working on my portfolio as well and i am not even half way. Its due in a week!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully ill finish tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever had a crush on someone, seen him years later and go WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING? &lt;br /&gt;ohh yes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss ma tweeny, bestfriend and sister fom another mother.&lt;br /&gt;am gonna blog about her pretty soon&lt;br /&gt;Its time to pray... gotta go&lt;br /&gt;xoxo sweetness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-7765609238458539322?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/7765609238458539322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=7765609238458539322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7765609238458539322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7765609238458539322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/08/spanish-love.html' title='spanish love'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sndxl_NI9vI/AAAAAAAAAM0/qNB5mSo2DDg/s72-c/ECDD12-15_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-3025910721151585374</id><published>2009-08-02T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:21:08.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>settling for LESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SnU8A5bBiZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6FukpbMyX7Y/s1600-h/up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SnU8A5bBiZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6FukpbMyX7Y/s400/up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365260517193648530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: 'haven't you been shopping, seen a wickedly expensive dress and known that even if you were willing to eat beans for the next two months, you still couldn't have that dress'&lt;br /&gt;silence&lt;br /&gt;'wot should you do?' he continued&lt;br /&gt;more silence&lt;br /&gt;'walk away' she said 'and look for a knock off i can afford in another store'&lt;br /&gt;pretty logical yeah?&lt;br /&gt;and straight forward for a girl who thinks the way i do&lt;br /&gt;'now that's your first  mistake' he didn't have to sound so cheery about it 'and that's why you wound up with a man who didn't suit you. you settled for less&lt;br /&gt;settled for less'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled: past tense of verb settle&lt;br /&gt;To put firmly into a desired position or place&lt;br /&gt;Less: Adj Lower in importance, esteem, or rank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What you need to do is march into that store and try that dress. When you try it on and see that it doesn't look as good on your bodacious self for that kind of money, you walk away feeling good about not buying it'&lt;br /&gt;Okay JH is getting me confused now&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were talking relationships here&lt;br /&gt; and on this note i will like to share one of my favorite videos with you&lt;br /&gt;The important part starts from 2:30&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dga18Th2wlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dga18Th2wlY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh by the way the picture above is from La Ronde Montreal&lt;br /&gt;was in Montreal with my friends over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;and we had a blast on all the monster rides, roller coasters, pirates ship through tunnels, water splashes and all the blood-rushing-light-headed-causing factors that place is well known for&lt;br /&gt;scary but fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;By the side stories&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;2 nights ago i punked my friends. Es*ay was with me. It started around midnyt to well past two am&lt;br /&gt;I hope they don't plan to get us&lt;br /&gt;jeez&lt;br /&gt;I love them to bits though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some guests from Toronto, can't remember if i mentioned it before, but they are gone now&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my exams have been good, Monday is a holiday&lt;br /&gt;that's why i could run to Montreal&lt;br /&gt;dont have an exam till Thursday and to ease the guilt of having fun and loving it&lt;br /&gt;am gonna read before i sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aah i changed my template again... was bored sick with brown *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;unveiled!!!&lt;br /&gt;i missed ya&lt;br /&gt;ayt ill see ya tmrw nyt&lt;br /&gt;tataz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-3025910721151585374?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/3025910721151585374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=3025910721151585374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/3025910721151585374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/3025910721151585374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/08/settling-for-less.html' title='settling for LESS'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SnU8A5bBiZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/6FukpbMyX7Y/s72-c/up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-8330062066987208920</id><published>2009-07-31T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:23:49.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what happens when you are the victim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SnNIRX8KQ9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/1-O38-aBaoc/s1600-h/suicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SnNIRX8KQ9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/1-O38-aBaoc/s400/suicide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364711044449715154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I..&lt;br /&gt;got out of bed at all&lt;br /&gt;The morning rain clouds up my window..&lt;br /&gt;and I can't see at all&lt;br /&gt;And even if I could it'd all be gray,&lt;br /&gt;but your picture on my wall&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me, that it's not so bad,&lt;br /&gt;it's not so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like mariah careys obsessed. because i like mariah&lt;br /&gt;i like eminem too. scratch that, i own all of ems albums&lt;br /&gt;then i heard the warning!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay eminem got her real bad on that one... what?&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to limes&lt;br /&gt;yup. limes&lt;br /&gt;dats wot i call an old relationship&lt;br /&gt;like my best friend and her boo used to be an item you'd love&lt;br /&gt;the best i had ever come across&lt;br /&gt;that was last year&lt;br /&gt;now they dont even talk... its gone sour&lt;br /&gt;thats limes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariah it still occurs to you that i have pictures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a classic line&lt;br /&gt;anyway back home&lt;br /&gt;i think its amazing the number of dirty shit that comes out after a break up&lt;br /&gt;i cringe everytime i hear a couple break up&lt;br /&gt;cos i know its gonna be a week&lt;br /&gt;and the stories start making way to your circle her friends and frenemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day i was talking with my brother, and he subtly said something about  how girls should never be caught in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;compromising situations&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do stuff&lt;/span&gt; they would regret or allow themselves give someone a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reason&lt;/span&gt; to blackmail them&lt;br /&gt;word.&lt;br /&gt;I know he was just trying to tell me the kind of jerks guys can be &lt;br /&gt;i hold his words like gold!lol&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;isn't being in a relationship supposed to be full of trust&lt;br /&gt;so much trust&lt;br /&gt;you practically live in each others shoes&lt;br /&gt;in each others lives... for each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In my shoes, just to see&lt;br /&gt;What its like, to be me&lt;br /&gt;Ill be you, lets trade shoes&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what id be like&lt;br /&gt;To feel your pain, you feel mine&lt;br /&gt;Go inside each others minds&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what we'd find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's not even possible anymore&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days when guys delete pictures immediately after a break up&lt;br /&gt;clear their room, phone of anything that reminds them of the girl or smells like her&lt;br /&gt;nowadays after a break up... guys &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; 4 them in every nook and corner&lt;br /&gt;old memory cards, old phones, i swear they go that far&lt;br /&gt;just to find something to show a friend&lt;br /&gt;who will show a friend... who will...&lt;br /&gt;But then again, my instincts are never wrong&lt;br /&gt;am sure yours are not too&lt;br /&gt;you can smell a guy who likes drama from a thousand miles. my advice? STAY AWAY&lt;br /&gt;just the way he talks about 'the bitch' &lt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; his ex girlfriend, should be enough warning for you&lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't just run away from him, pull of those jimmy choos, hold them and run in the opposite directions as fast as you can&lt;br /&gt;1 minute&lt;br /&gt;i need to laugh at that hilarious picture i just conjured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i need to love up with my books&lt;br /&gt;nude pictures (and many other things) should NEVER be sent to anyone. i repeat. anyone&lt;br /&gt;and for those that say a camcorder is the best turn on&lt;br /&gt;ahh OYO men, u are so on your own i have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;i cant shout!&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-8330062066987208920?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/8330062066987208920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=8330062066987208920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8330062066987208920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8330062066987208920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-happens-when-you-are-victim.html' title='what happens when you are the victim?'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SnNIRX8KQ9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/1-O38-aBaoc/s72-c/suicide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-6863063333466357225</id><published>2009-07-26T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:33:07.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam week!!</title><content type='html'>hey again!&lt;br /&gt;been down with the usual migraine&lt;br /&gt;it did not kill me though - it just made my life unbearable for a whole day&lt;br /&gt;I have exams tomorrow, i have been reading like i should&lt;br /&gt;Just took a break to pull out what ama wear tomorrow and decided to holla&lt;br /&gt;Just added another fantastic blog to my roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Taio Cruz Break your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;weetness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_kAD4phtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fEM0TKD5y3Y/s1600-h/matthias-stolt-veiled-tunisian-woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_kAD4phtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fEM0TKD5y3Y/s400/matthias-stolt-veiled-tunisian-woman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363756370915591890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;exy&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_kaHBjJjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UEMCVoyAtTM/s1600-h/sexy-lady-abstract-shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_kaHBjJjI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/UEMCVoyAtTM/s400/sexy-lady-abstract-shadow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363756818434827826" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;eyi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_k0F58m5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/naRm_0FCHEA/s1600-h/naija7to.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_k0F58m5I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/naRm_0FCHEA/s400/naija7to.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363757264811105170" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;amira&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_lg5h3dEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1WcysaXJNlU/s1600-h/4224_78367969283_514359283_1632928_1458609_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_lg5h3dEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/1WcysaXJNlU/s400/4224_78367969283_514359283_1632928_1458609_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363758034582991938" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tenography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_o_rbh0zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xRs_XfCgYx0/s1600-h/Stenographer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_o_rbh0zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xRs_XfCgYx0/s400/Stenographer1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363761861909140274"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. A color: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;carlett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_pPoWFQkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HuSiFL9ogKo/s1600-h/129692_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_pPoWFQkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/HuSiFL9ogKo/s400/129692_6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363762135958897218" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you wear: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;weat shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_pyGHw5UI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5j3TsXO-648/s1600-h/springbok_hooded_sweatshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_pyGHw5UI/AAAAAAAAAKs/5j3TsXO-648/s400/springbok_hooded_sweatshirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363762728067458370" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A food: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ushi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_qA6M55jI/AAAAAAAAAK0/R67iwPKKWNs/s1600-h/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_qA6M55jI/AAAAAAAAAK0/R67iwPKKWNs/s400/sushi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363762982565832242" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;oap&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_qNoqwC-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/cCV2qtq8284/s1600-h/aveeno-moisturizing-bar-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_qNoqwC-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/cCV2qtq8284/s400/aveeno-moisturizing-bar-large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363763201197476834" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A place: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;witzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_qwkZ7BBI/AAAAAAAAALE/An7qc_UkpVs/s1600-h/switzerland.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_qwkZ7BBI/AAAAAAAAALE/An7qc_UkpVs/s400/switzerland.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363763801348572178" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;leepover&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_05bqX9cI/AAAAAAAAALM/mQ_j_Xje0JI/s1600-h/slumber-party-games-5248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_05bqX9cI/AAAAAAAAALM/mQ_j_Xje0JI/s400/slumber-party-games-5248.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363774948736759234" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you shout: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_1EoD6GVI/AAAAAAAAALU/0q0r8eVeo6k/s1600-h/Funny-OhShit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_1EoD6GVI/AAAAAAAAALU/0q0r8eVeo6k/s400/Funny-OhShit.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363775141043640658"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;weet November&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_1PU3xMlI/AAAAAAAAALc/NGR-M3DoDF8/s1600-h/1939-sweet_november.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_1PU3xMlI/AAAAAAAAALc/NGR-M3DoDF8/s400/1939-sweet_november.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363775324871012946" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ilhouette Yogurt&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_1m-WWjYI/AAAAAAAAALk/PQQyOYPMQfI/s1600-h/lookproducts.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_1m-WWjYI/AAAAAAAAALk/PQQyOYPMQfI/s400/lookproducts.php.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363775731142135170" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;oundgarden&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_124TZOjI/AAAAAAAAALs/JSPGpG9GXpc/s1600-h/soundgarden_down-on-the-upside-album-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_124TZOjI/AAAAAAAAALs/JSPGpG9GXpc/s400/soundgarden_down-on-the-upside-album-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363776004397021746" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;quirrel&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_2QvOBdAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jy9lP2CWre4/s1600-h/hotslutsugarbush1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_2QvOBdAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jy9lP2CWre4/s400/hotslutsugarbush1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363776448635171842" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A street name: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;aheed Balogun Street (somewhere in lagos am sure theres a street like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_2w_-rQgI/AAAAAAAAAME/Ko1CGqDFdpo/s1600-h/YabaLagos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_2w_-rQgI/AAAAAAAAAME/Ko1CGqDFdpo/s400/YabaLagos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363777002890019330" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;UV&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_3D32K4dI/AAAAAAAAAMM/VpCWwVHFl6Q/s1600-h/ferrari_suv_voorkant_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_3D32K4dI/AAAAAAAAAMM/VpCWwVHFl6Q/s400/ferrari_suv_voorkant_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363777327124373970" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song: /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;exual healing&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_9Q69WfMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GQuZ-oiIfUQ/s1600-h/marvingayesexualhealing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_9Q69WfMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GQuZ-oiIfUQ/s400/marvingayesexualhealing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363784148367867074" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very pathetic excuse for a post&lt;br /&gt;The next one will be better&lt;br /&gt;Oh the sprinkler is back again&lt;br /&gt;Mwaaaah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-6863063333466357225?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/6863063333466357225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=6863063333466357225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/6863063333466357225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/6863063333466357225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/07/exam-week.html' title='Exam week!!'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sm_kAD4phtI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fEM0TKD5y3Y/s72-c/matthias-stolt-veiled-tunisian-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-2749602613055737677</id><published>2009-07-22T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:46:51.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"...and my head keeps spinning, i can't stop having these visions"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmgD4Ej_xOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/f4RT5pK9GXE/s1600-h/kanye_west.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmgD4Ej_xOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/f4RT5pK9GXE/s200/kanye_west.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361539618216854754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'...well he's looking at your toes now, hes gonna do sushi with them!'&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'aah i did not read her note on facebook i just 'liked' it so she'll be happy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. she gives me joy. i can laugh all day if es*ay isn't watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; movie, her favorite pastime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My presentation went very well thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Last night i was blasting oldies with loove&lt;br /&gt;chaka chaka: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank you mr dj for playing my song....&lt;br /&gt;am burning up, am burning up... my heart is on fire, am burning up....&lt;br /&gt;this is from me to you&lt;br /&gt;all we have to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brenda fassie RIP ...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;its your wedding day its yoooourrr wedding day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember past years&lt;br /&gt;how old was i? dancing in the sitting room with my momma&lt;br /&gt;seriously screaming along with all my strength while trying to concentrate on the video...&lt;br /&gt;yup i sang along yesternight too&lt;br /&gt;my lines are even crustier now&lt;br /&gt;aah i did not stop there, i went on to king sunny ade (no not the recent ones like lift nigeria... i like that one too though)&lt;br /&gt;the olddd ones, i remember my mom used to have them, and play them.... jeez happier days. i dont know the words but just listening to them after years made me feel so... content&lt;br /&gt;like some moments are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt; they can't be taken from you ever...&lt;br /&gt;i went on to listen to oumue sangare's ah ndiya, yes u guessed right, my mom again&lt;br /&gt;and saadu bori... umm my dad this time &lt;br /&gt;nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am feeling kanye west like never before&lt;br /&gt;umm yes am an official jeezy and weezy and yeezy (can i say teezy 4 T.I? no? really?? aww, sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i can listen to those four&lt;br /&gt;and MI of course&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watched a hindi movie in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember my best friend in secondary school she was my namesake&lt;br /&gt;and half indian, she was always going on about this indian mini-god&lt;br /&gt;so one afternoon she calls me&lt;br /&gt;hey switch the channel to Sony &lt;br /&gt;and i did&lt;br /&gt; and she excitedly gushes&lt;br /&gt;"ohh dats him, isnt he adorable?"&lt;br /&gt;it was a head and shoulders ad&lt;br /&gt;weird face&lt;br /&gt;weirder smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*n-o-p-e*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not find him cute&lt;br /&gt;she wondered where my taste went lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one bright sunny day i had ran out of old movies to watch, then i was rocking RMDs violated and Sandra Achums When the sun sets (they were actually very old when i was in ss1)...  i stumbled on this film my friend gave me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kuch kuch hota hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was translated and so i watched it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3 hours later (yeah they are that loooong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours and a roll of tissue paper later&lt;br /&gt;red nosed-red eyed and happy that true love was reunited at last&lt;br /&gt;i called my friend, oh my God, i loveee SharRukh Khan, hes so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oh yeah? 3 weeks ago u said he was ugly sweetness&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;"oh that was him?.... oh... um i guess he looks better... without dandruff"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez. shoot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best hindi movie is (no, not slumdog millionaire, give me a break!)&lt;br /&gt;Taare zameen par (stars on earth), about this dyslexic kid, the disturbing things he went through and how he overcame it, really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmgEh-_hvjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/x4tbU4oUphY/s1600-h/oct08_image2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmgEh-_hvjI/AAAAAAAAAJU/x4tbU4oUphY/s400/oct08_image2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361540338276220466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hindi tearjerkers &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; if it has SharRukh in it.( &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; being the keyword here)A dying SharRukh can be a classic&lt;br /&gt;like Devdas or Kal ho na hoo (if tomorrow never comes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmgFPzrWmfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Iq5JcJK_myY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmgFPzrWmfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Iq5JcJK_myY/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361541125512796658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay away from the really cheesy ones, which is the reason i havent watched one in a while... Since &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmgFjY23VJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QWRnDTHkXqI/s1600-h/black-rani-mukherjee-amitabh-bachchan-sanjay-leela-bhansali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmgFjY23VJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/QWRnDTHkXqI/s400/black-rani-mukherjee-amitabh-bachchan-sanjay-leela-bhansali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361541461910705298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; now that should have been the oscar movie... dont get me wrong i do love Slumdog millionaire too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Bob (he doesnt like it when i call him this) left for naija today, wish him a safe flight, we all miss him already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;leggy dear, am not sure my comment box will ever be open, i dont really write much when i know am gonna get feedback, i tend to keep somethings inside, thanx 4 mentioning it and i still stalk ur blog... i liked the one on ur sisters especially, by the way marcaroni... nothing too special, u  aint missin much. kisses***&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to my books now. My books need me, i need my books.&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be a long night&lt;br /&gt;muaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo sweetness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-2749602613055737677?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/2749602613055737677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=2749602613055737677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2749602613055737677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/2749602613055737677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-my-head-keeps-spinning-i-cant-stop.html' title='&quot;...and my head keeps spinning, i can&apos;t stop having these visions&quot;'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmgD4Ej_xOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/f4RT5pK9GXE/s72-c/kanye_west.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-8736059349191341081</id><published>2009-07-19T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:35:15.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You give me J-O-Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmN06mwWigI/AAAAAAAAAIs/u67hz7NsLsc/s1600-h/BUbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmN06mwWigI/AAAAAAAAAIs/u67hz7NsLsc/s320/BUbaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360256531685607938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a weird kind of joy&lt;br /&gt;so last night i watched another old favorite for the hundredth time&lt;br /&gt;bringing up baby cary grant and katherine hepburn&lt;br /&gt;yes dat one! its so old its in black n white&lt;br /&gt;that movie was made in 1930 something&lt;br /&gt;and it gives me joy in a way no one understands&lt;br /&gt;maybe its katherines high pitched voice&lt;br /&gt;or his quest for the intercoastal bone&lt;br /&gt;or the tiger 'baby' :D&lt;br /&gt;i derive weird pleasure from watching that film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have been listening to kanye all day&lt;br /&gt;and working on my powerpoint slides for tomorrows presentation&lt;br /&gt;i should be back here before midnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-8736059349191341081?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/8736059349191341081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=8736059349191341081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8736059349191341081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/8736059349191341081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-give-me-j-o-y.html' title='You give me J-O-Y'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmN06mwWigI/AAAAAAAAAIs/u67hz7NsLsc/s72-c/BUbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-4886851938363185365</id><published>2009-07-18T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:43:36.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reality check! family guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmKWXfM9hHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pR1mprnaOAw/s1600-h/family_guy_simpsons-12654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmKWXfM9hHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pR1mprnaOAw/s320/family_guy_simpsons-12654.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360011836781331570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... DISCLAIMER!!!this post has nothing to do with the title&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; damn i think the cropped hair was a &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;bad idea... &lt;br /&gt;you know its like when you are in a certain mood, and you do a particular hairstyle... so what happens when that mood wears out, like mine has... i am totally not feeling it right now&lt;br /&gt;now i understand how tatoos can be a mistake&lt;br /&gt;*today was my best in 3 days*&lt;br /&gt;i did not see the sun&lt;br /&gt;spoke to less than 5 people&lt;br /&gt;read 7 pages in my Holy Book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;i made my self throw up&lt;br /&gt;twice...&lt;br /&gt;old habits come back easily&lt;br /&gt;i try not to read about bulamia&lt;br /&gt;cos you would see the guilt on my face&lt;br /&gt;but really the smallest things set it off&lt;br /&gt;today it was a sharwama i ate... and i was like eww&lt;br /&gt;do i really need that in my system?&lt;br /&gt;then i started dancing and singing&lt;br /&gt;and i went to wash my face&lt;br /&gt;then i put my fingers down my throat&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;and i felt much better thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;theres no point telling myself i wont do it &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, i always do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway to something else&lt;br /&gt;i almost died when i was 8 (i think i almost die every 4 years jeez)&lt;br /&gt;nobody ever told me that u cant push the top of the freezer open from the inside (are you serious?)&lt;br /&gt;during one of those 40 degrees afternoon back home&lt;br /&gt;me and my cousins were always playing hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;and there was this day i almost entered the freezer to hide, besides it was hot&lt;br /&gt;i had opened it already and wanted to pull a chair to climb and tumble inside the freezer and hide till my cousin came, i was pretty sure she wouldnt find me, then i realised the dining room chair in front of the freezer would give me away and i entered the store instead&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, she found me first &lt;br /&gt;and we there were six of us playing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dangerous games kids play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend told me about her 6 year old cousin they found dead in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;another of my friend said when she was younger they locked up their friend in the trunk of car when they were playing and totally forgot her until evening!&lt;br /&gt;a family friend of ours found her beautiful two year old drowned in the bathtub, it wasnt so long ago it was 4 years ago&lt;br /&gt;these accidents just had me thinking... &lt;br /&gt;and we always insist that a child playing at home is safe *&lt;em&gt;shudders&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;games adults play&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hard to get is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a game&lt;br /&gt;its a state of mind&lt;br /&gt;if she acts like she doesnt want you&lt;br /&gt;stop flattering yourself, she doesnt want you&lt;br /&gt;get over yourself&lt;br /&gt;you are not that charming&lt;br /&gt;or shes just not into you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to less disturbing stories&lt;br /&gt;as an official stalker of the def jam poetry&lt;br /&gt;i should have my favorites up on my blog&lt;br /&gt;- or maybe not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i added 6 more blogs to my blogroll today&lt;br /&gt;i desperately wanted to comment on 5 posts i read today but &lt;br /&gt;i did not&lt;br /&gt;because i have disabled comments on my page&lt;br /&gt;thats what being faceless is about isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirdest question someone ever asked me: are you a lesbian?&lt;br /&gt;subhanallah&lt;br /&gt;what??!&lt;br /&gt;my lack of interest in the opposite sex... wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;i should not even address this issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;aww happy married life D*nde***o&lt;br /&gt;u were like a big sis to me&lt;br /&gt;we were close friends&lt;br /&gt;we had our ups and downs but we overcame them&lt;br /&gt;i remember when you used to give me crazy makeovers&lt;br /&gt;when we used to dance infront of the television&lt;br /&gt;how we cried over the silliest movies&lt;br /&gt;our coke and pepsi addiction&lt;br /&gt;our fights over Dan browns&lt;br /&gt;evening rides to video mars&lt;br /&gt;singing loud in the car when driving back home &lt;br /&gt;laughing for no reason when those toasters were ogling&lt;br /&gt;you are probably the most beautiful girl your age i know&lt;br /&gt;lol and your nickname d*nde***o&lt;br /&gt;happy married life xoxo&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch an old movie tonight&lt;br /&gt;something tragically sad :D or seriously hilarious&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i need to go do my laundry and sleep miss unveiled&lt;br /&gt;ill see you tommorrow&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;its me sweetness&lt;div 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guy'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmKWXfM9hHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pR1mprnaOAw/s72-c/family_guy_simpsons-12654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-2397078710221901217</id><published>2009-07-18T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:05:21.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this...discomfort!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmFl1p6uA2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/H36HBVYq_k8/s1600-h/uncomfortable-shoes-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmFl1p6uA2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/H36HBVYq_k8/s320/uncomfortable-shoes-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359677004007211874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***you are a like a thorn , you should be clipped off***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember what Momma always says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"trust ur instinct"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know your girl right?&lt;br /&gt;... right?&lt;br /&gt;i grew up to have weird bad feelings about &lt;em&gt;every &lt;/em&gt;single thing&lt;br /&gt;from a particular kinda look, to going out, parties, friends and all that&lt;br /&gt;i more than trusted my gut feelings&lt;br /&gt;i closed my eyes and placed my gut where they should have been. :)&lt;br /&gt;and as a result i was always...erm ... &lt;strong&gt;safe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what happens when the other girl in me revolts&lt;br /&gt;and brushed my gut feelings as a cheap reason to procastinate&lt;br /&gt;and put a temporary stop in my Utopia&lt;br /&gt;when i overlooked my natural first instinct&lt;br /&gt;and did something the veiled me felt was not ideal to do&lt;br /&gt;might have been something very simple&lt;br /&gt;like buying those stilettos i could not walk in, &lt;em&gt;or giving out my number&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss unveiled keeps saying&lt;br /&gt;'enough already with the excuses&lt;br /&gt;bad feeling my foot&lt;br /&gt;its just a trial'&lt;br /&gt;trials &lt;br /&gt;does this phrase sound familiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i stay away from sin&lt;br /&gt;because i wouldnt forgive myself after...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burning mirrors show the flames on &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my instincts&lt;br /&gt;when am faced with a decision or when i meet someone for the first time&lt;br /&gt;i subconsciously filter through this persons aura or the situation&lt;br /&gt;and that determines every other thing.&lt;br /&gt;when somethings just not right&lt;br /&gt;not &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i trust my instinct and back off&lt;br /&gt;but on one of those days when i decide to walk in high stilettos - oh well&lt;br /&gt;i always smile at myself n say&lt;br /&gt;i really saw this coming&lt;br /&gt;i saw the signs&lt;br /&gt;i should not be surprised&lt;br /&gt;so, unveiled if you dont mind i will like to dip my dainty lil feet in hot water&lt;br /&gt;thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;its mee sweetneesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mood today&lt;/strong&gt;: Navy blue all day... yellow towards midnight&lt;br /&gt;i shud read my Quran more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;: The perfect whyte programme starts, i'll tell you about it later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='this...discomfort!'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmFl1p6uA2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/H36HBVYq_k8/s72-c/uncomfortable-shoes-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-6477403354357094930</id><published>2009-07-17T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:26:54.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what you know about that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmAmc2ic6iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kmWcVVqGizk/s1600-h/n559851277_2552299_1161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SmAmc2ic6iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kmWcVVqGizk/s320/n559851277_2552299_1161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359325833689098786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distubing picture yeah i know&lt;br /&gt;i am sure she did not do it intentionally&lt;br /&gt;we all makes mistakes dont we...&lt;br /&gt;but oh well. guess what happens happens&lt;br /&gt;you`ll get over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today: I stayed indoors all day&lt;br /&gt;I laughed when: i was watching failure to launch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing: an orange top n black pants&lt;br /&gt;I read: another case study portfolio&lt;br /&gt;Mood: not bothered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now: i really should be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Havent blogged in two days because: of my mood swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;em&gt; am in love with: myself at the moment&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on: nobody this month&lt;br /&gt;My friends are: sleeping i guess&lt;br /&gt;Next big plan is: travelling away for a day&lt;br /&gt;I badly want to: nothing...am too relaxed right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year: hmmm let me see... lol i was still the same, staying out of trouble and reading too much romance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time i cried: 4 days ago, had stomach cramps&lt;br /&gt;Last lie i told: told some gee on the bus, my name was ayeesha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss: my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current listen: Karl wolfs Yalla habibi&lt;br /&gt;Really bored with: you know everything bores me&lt;br /&gt;Happy that: i washed my hair today, i conditioned it and i blowdried it, 12 hours later i stretched it&lt;br /&gt;Phobia: hasnt changed... heights, deep water and guys&lt;br /&gt;If i were a guy: ... but am a girl, a happy one at that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate: weird dreams, and i have been having disturbing ones&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if: vampires do exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I`d like: guys who respect themselves&lt;br /&gt;I love: a guy that has no drama&lt;br /&gt;Ì`d get along with: any girl whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;I really hate: people interupting my privacy, or me-hours&lt;br /&gt;People dont know that: i have a really bad memory&lt;br /&gt;People dont believe that: i hate crowds&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing someone has called me: Snob! haaa bless!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to bed... sweetnessss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-6477403354357094930?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/6477403354357094930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;i simply love everyone here, i mean everyone&lt;br /&gt;i had a great weekend&lt;br /&gt;and i cropped my hair&lt;br /&gt;keri hilson inspired even though it turned out in a rihanna-ish way cute!&lt;br /&gt;(shoot me)&lt;br /&gt;anyway its fantastic and i am loving it&lt;br /&gt;*guess what i watched again?*&lt;br /&gt;parent trap, its been so long yeah&lt;br /&gt;i know right :-) these things i love&lt;br /&gt;so there was a summer get together over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;and it was great&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday, around dinner time, everyone in my house got talking about relationships and how they go bad and all that&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to my very favorite - long distance relationships, like seriously do they really work?&lt;br /&gt;i dont see why not&lt;br /&gt;i am really comfortable with them&lt;br /&gt;but when is long distance really too much distance&lt;br /&gt;i love my space. is that a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;especially since most guys generalize that when you are not with them&lt;br /&gt;you are definately with someone else&lt;br /&gt;which is not always true. &lt;br /&gt;u might not be with them-true&lt;br /&gt;but you are not necessary with anyone else&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i have never been one to bother myself&lt;br /&gt;thank God for my really short attention span... plus my bad memory&lt;br /&gt;I was watching The Game again&lt;br /&gt;imagine if right about the time you are about to exvhange your wedding vows then his fone starts ringing (which should have been off by the way)&lt;br /&gt;and its his (hmm how do i categorize her) baby's mama? ex? ur worst nightmare (just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;maybe not&lt;br /&gt;having a baby. no. his baby&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is everyone always on beyonce's case?&lt;br /&gt;jeez. &lt;br /&gt;so what if sweetdreams has the same dance as all her others?&lt;br /&gt;so what?&lt;br /&gt;there are a thousand and one other female musicians if u dont like what you see&lt;br /&gt;change the channel, skip the video.. who cares&lt;br /&gt;ohh by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bowing head in shame- UTMOST shame*&lt;br /&gt;i am back on facebook&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;sweetness&lt;br /&gt;u wont change&lt;br /&gt;anyway i hope this week is gonna go on fine&lt;br /&gt;better than fine, excellently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this joke &lt;strong&gt;"You know you have a drinking problem when the bartender knows your name -- and you've never been to that bar before." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave thee with these words &lt;strong&gt;“Always remember that problems contain values that have improvement.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-4906924657899037437?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357033196056334978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share some random poems he wrote 4 me&lt;br /&gt;since i dont have anything to blog about&lt;br /&gt;i love the way he writes&lt;br /&gt;i love a guy who writes well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i remember a cold chill creeping up my spine&lt;br /&gt;and the sound of ur voice sayin i was gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;i felt lyk i'd been stabbed and soaked in brine&lt;br /&gt;quite interesting it wasn't the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;i used to think everyday that you'd be mine&lt;br /&gt;but the good stuff goes quick like a bottle of good wine&lt;br /&gt;feels like its been a year, what happened to time?&lt;br /&gt;to have u in my arms again is my wish divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why do u sound like u wanna pick a fight with me?"&lt;br /&gt;everytime i read that my heart screams "i'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i plummet into a world of nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;and sift through quite a handful of items of memorabilia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and return wen i remember it's not meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just yet,&lt;br /&gt;another reason for me not to fret,&lt;br /&gt;a very pretty sight in my mind manifest,&lt;br /&gt;that everything that happens is a test test test.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm at it again&lt;br /&gt;wont back down till i'm tied with the chain&lt;br /&gt;the one that'll do away with my disdain&lt;br /&gt;the one that'll neutralise ur's and my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why's it so hard to speak wen ma mouth's open?&lt;br /&gt;words dont come though they've carefully been chosen&lt;br /&gt;afraid another chord might get broken&lt;br /&gt;and it is yet another point proven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what rhymes with mystery?&lt;br /&gt;how ur thoughts are woven with such dignity&lt;br /&gt;how we're so far apart yet still going strong&lt;br /&gt;how we turn right whatever between us is wrong&lt;br /&gt;how we can, if we choose to, make history&lt;br /&gt;how only one can relate to this piece of mosey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone has to know where u been&lt;br /&gt;noone needs to hear about what uv seen&lt;br /&gt;as long as u'll never stray oh so far&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes u'll always have a slate so clean&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't talk to me without having a fit,&lt;br /&gt;you do what you do without knowing you do it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you do unto me what you wouldn't do unto others,&lt;br /&gt;you never believed in what's said about birds of a feather,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you elevate and relapse me as though u were a fork-lift,&lt;br /&gt;you keep me going lyk i was working a night shift,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stand by me, you define forever and ever,&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are, and if you don't, don't bother,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, you're nothing short of a heavenly gift,&lt;br /&gt;thinking about you sets my mind adrift,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i resurface i realise that there goes the offer,&lt;br /&gt;but you tell me not to mind cos one good turn deserves another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i thot i knew but apparently i dont have a clue,&lt;br /&gt;as to who u really are or what you really do,&lt;br /&gt;what goes on in ur head or what u say thats really true,&lt;br /&gt;whether i'm really being me or ur really being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm never at a loss but i think its the season,&lt;br /&gt;for me to smile and remember everything happens for a reason,&lt;br /&gt;to remember just how free i truly am,&lt;br /&gt;when i end up feeling lyk i'm trapped in a prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself thinking if distance is a good thing,&lt;br /&gt;if the fact that i aint near will have an impact on ur mood swings,&lt;br /&gt;if i can live thru another winter and another spring,&lt;br /&gt;knowing u may never know that u are my everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet huh? i know&lt;br /&gt;pity we are just friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current listen: living a lie&lt;br /&gt;rihanna and the dream&lt;br /&gt;xoxo unveiled&lt;br /&gt;its tired-sweetness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-176707124849118529?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/176707124849118529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=176707124849118529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-3259304431825426263</id><published>2009-07-10T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:19:19.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...thy sting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SleUScXn0fI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8J6AwBG1eM0/s1600-h/reg_accidents_180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SleUScXn0fI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8J6AwBG1eM0/s320/reg_accidents_180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356913326354321906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Built a wall around my heart&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never let it fall apart&lt;br /&gt;But strangely I wish secretly&lt;br /&gt;It would fall down while I'm asleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life. Its getting scarier&lt;br /&gt;i am scared of calling my friends back home&lt;br /&gt;everytime i do, they go... do u remember ***?&lt;br /&gt;he is dead, or she is dead&lt;br /&gt;And none of these people is even past 25&lt;br /&gt;its true that the death rate is higher&lt;br /&gt;around ages 16-26&lt;br /&gt;78.56% of the people i know fall in this group&lt;br /&gt;life is too short, am seriously having a rethink on everything, for real&lt;br /&gt;what if tomorrow never comes?&lt;br /&gt;everyday i wake up, i thank God deeply&lt;br /&gt;i am not better than the people who did not see this day&lt;br /&gt;yet here i am. alive&lt;br /&gt;Praise be to him&lt;br /&gt;and everyday we go through a thousand and one death traps&lt;br /&gt;choking on the toothpaste&lt;br /&gt;slumping on the toilet seat&lt;br /&gt;falling in the shower&lt;br /&gt;electrocuted by the hair blow drier&lt;br /&gt;struck by lightening on your way out&lt;br /&gt;getting hit by a car&lt;br /&gt;dying of suffocation in a stuck elevator&lt;br /&gt;food poisoning during lunch&lt;br /&gt;getting shot in the station on your way back home&lt;br /&gt;getting stabbed on the bus&lt;br /&gt;falling down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;seeing a death parcel on your bed- and opening it&lt;br /&gt;or the worst, just letting out one long sigh&lt;br /&gt;and slumping&lt;br /&gt;just like that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;for all the people we have lost&lt;br /&gt;lets say a little prayer for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll always love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on other things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it worked!&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 7am :)&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired, i actually slept&lt;br /&gt;and a dreamless sleep for that matter&lt;br /&gt;bless!&lt;br /&gt;so i got up, did all the necessary things&lt;br /&gt;and went to school for my case study with L.A &lt;br /&gt;we were done in an hour, i went to the lab to print some documents for my project&lt;br /&gt;and i was going back home, and there was this guy beside me&lt;br /&gt;hey hey&lt;br /&gt;whats ur name?&lt;br /&gt;do you speak french?&lt;br /&gt;i have seen you a couple of times...&lt;br /&gt;can i walk you?&lt;br /&gt;how bou ur number?&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;hmm if u kno the number of random things in ma mind right now&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got back and i completed my assignments&lt;br /&gt;submitted them&lt;br /&gt;went to La Senza with Es*ay, then grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;came back, had spagetti then sang westlife on top of our voices&lt;br /&gt;watched some stuff&lt;br /&gt;started a novel... listened to maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you see me&lt;br /&gt;Floating above your head&lt;br /&gt;As you lay in bed&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about everything&lt;br /&gt;That you did not do&lt;br /&gt;Cause saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;Has nothing to do with meaning it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;someone asked me a disturbing question.&lt;br /&gt;are you capable of loving someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;am like what?!&lt;br /&gt;of cos i am blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;i just hate it wen guys do..&lt;br /&gt;i listed bou seven things&lt;br /&gt;and even...&lt;br /&gt;(another one)&lt;br /&gt;but apart from that i am a very tolerant person&lt;br /&gt;i can overlook most things&lt;br /&gt;am just not a clingy person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-3259304431825426263?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/3259304431825426263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SleUScXn0fI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8J6AwBG1eM0/s72-c/reg_accidents_180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-8009638914619914873</id><published>2009-07-08T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:00:57.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>girls day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlVqDlwJjsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QKZzSl_62t0/s1600-h/girls-shopping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlVqDlwJjsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QKZzSl_62t0/s320/girls-shopping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356303941733289666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;give me something to believe in cos i dont believe in you, anymore... anymore ¸&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if it even makes a difference to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh nooo!&lt;br /&gt;aaah i love maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;i was in a beautiful mood all day. i still am&lt;br /&gt;so last night i slept by 11pm and woke up at 3am. could not sleep after that. great&lt;br /&gt;school was fab... always is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept noticing random things all day&lt;br /&gt;during my class&lt;br /&gt;YH, my classmate, who sits ryt in front of me had his laptop open&lt;br /&gt;and he was on facebook during our five minute `smoke` break&lt;br /&gt;and he was going through his pictures&lt;br /&gt;and this picture just caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;this fine black guy&lt;br /&gt;okay fine guy is not something i use that often&lt;br /&gt;but this guy was fine, i actually stopped what i was doing to look at the picture&lt;br /&gt;he was a lil darker than me, nice eyes... barely there mohawk&lt;br /&gt;the next picture was even better&lt;br /&gt;then the next one&lt;br /&gt;mr fine guy nd the guy in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;k-i-s-s-i-n-g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i dont know why i was shocked&lt;br /&gt;i always suspected that YH was gay. cool&lt;br /&gt;i guess i had never seen a gay black guy&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;a fine one too&lt;br /&gt;so my friend went `is that your boyfriend`&lt;br /&gt;and he was like yeah dats my baby&lt;br /&gt;and all i could think was&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told my friends bou my insomnia&lt;br /&gt;leenarh and enkayy&lt;br /&gt;they were like we need to get you tired &lt;br /&gt;so tired ur eyes wont stay open when you get home&lt;br /&gt;so after class we travelled all the way to orleans&lt;br /&gt;can you beat that&lt;br /&gt;totally unplanned but so much fun&lt;br /&gt;then we watched public enemies &lt;br /&gt;johnny depp&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER ALERT&lt;br /&gt;*you might wanna stop reading now if u wanna watch this movie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hated the fact that he had to die&lt;br /&gt;twas a good movie tho&lt;br /&gt;we went shopping before that&lt;br /&gt;tried so many shoes, we did not know which ones did not look so good&lt;br /&gt;had lunch, more pictures&lt;br /&gt;time went by so quickly&lt;br /&gt;and of course i kept noticing the most random things&lt;br /&gt;like how asian guys and black girls make a cute couple&lt;br /&gt;how yellow sandals look green in yellow light&lt;br /&gt;how much we all need our friends no matter how independent we claim to be&lt;br /&gt;like how glorious strawberry and chocolate and butter pecan icecream can feel on a hot summer day&lt;br /&gt;how much i despise drama&lt;br /&gt;i hate drama&lt;br /&gt;so i stay away from drama&lt;br /&gt;and guy.. u have drama. so me and you. can never be&lt;br /&gt;how much u just wanna hug someone really tight &lt;em&gt;just because&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much i miss my family&lt;br /&gt;how u never realise how responsible you are until u are far from home&lt;br /&gt;how u never realise how irresponsible some people are until they say some things&lt;br /&gt;how the simplest things are the most confused of all&lt;br /&gt;how much a good father michael jackson must have been&lt;br /&gt;how imperfect we are, and how much we strive to attain some sort of &lt;em&gt;perfection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i love Gucci bags and gladiator sandals&lt;br /&gt;how the most beautiful things are noot the most expensive&lt;br /&gt;how you can feel alone while surrounded by friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how people you never knew&lt;br /&gt;suddenly become your family&lt;br /&gt;and even more&lt;br /&gt;how i love everyone in my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay its  12 midnyt&lt;br /&gt;am off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;and since am so exhausted lets hope i dont wake up in two hours&lt;br /&gt;if i do&lt;br /&gt;oh well... who knows&lt;br /&gt;gudnyt unveiled&lt;br /&gt;its me sweetness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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out'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlVqDlwJjsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QKZzSl_62t0/s72-c/girls-shopping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-5713416082446926565</id><published>2009-07-07T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:16:15.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>songs about jane...jain, zain and bain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlPzV7JPczI/AAAAAAAAAHk/joCD1SGLt5U/s1600-h/Stephanie-Mir-Fashion-Wedding-Make-Up-Artist-Hair-Stylist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlPzV7JPczI/AAAAAAAAAHk/joCD1SGLt5U/s320/Stephanie-Mir-Fashion-Wedding-Make-Up-Artist-Hair-Stylist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355891939852907314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in true sleepless fashion i did not sleep till 6 this morning&lt;br /&gt;i woke up past noon&lt;br /&gt;well past noon&lt;br /&gt;its 9pm now&lt;br /&gt;i intend to sleep  by 11pm&lt;br /&gt;i must!&lt;br /&gt;cos i have a class early tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;and frankly this bad sleeping habit cannot continue&lt;br /&gt;so help me God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched good old 'an affair to remember'&lt;br /&gt;i love old movies&lt;br /&gt;and i love that a little above average&lt;br /&gt;i listened to all the maroon five albums i own&lt;br /&gt;all of them while cleaning my room&lt;br /&gt;if i was a boy, am sure i would sound like them lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh am in a much better mood today&lt;br /&gt;i got a call from a security service&lt;br /&gt;my bus pass is back&lt;br /&gt;bless :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;The way we used to melt&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember how it felt&lt;br /&gt;When I touched you&lt;br /&gt;Oh cause I remember very well&lt;br /&gt;And how long has it been&lt;br /&gt;Since someone you let in&lt;br /&gt;Has given what I gave to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side... am taking part in another play&lt;br /&gt;just with a different cast&lt;br /&gt;its so silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i have your attention dont i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i could think was are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;funny enough it was around this time last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you better turn your head and run&lt;br /&gt;And don't look back &lt;br /&gt;Cause I fear&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;To you&lt;/em&gt; you are becoming too tangled in your own self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am just gonna pick out what i will be wearing tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be cloudy tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;i should get back to my books &lt;br /&gt;sweetdreams unveiled&lt;br /&gt;its me **sweetness**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-5713416082446926565?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/5713416082446926565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=5713416082446926565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/5713416082446926565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/5713416082446926565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/07/songs-about-janejain-zain-and-bain.html' title='songs about jane...jain, zain and bain'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlPzV7JPczI/AAAAAAAAAHk/joCD1SGLt5U/s72-c/Stephanie-Mir-Fashion-Wedding-Make-Up-Artist-Hair-Stylist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-2430593371208180043</id><published>2009-07-06T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:30:07.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlI9dCUckLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5A4aIqSjN5M/s1600-h/ucsi007456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlI9dCUckLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5A4aIqSjN5M/s320/ucsi007456.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355410475945070770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything started out perfectly&lt;br /&gt;just perfectly&lt;br /&gt;feeling so happy and looking foward to my day&lt;br /&gt;until my bestfriend JH told me i was supposed to base my information report findings on just one company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rewind to 11:45pm last nyt&lt;br /&gt;on the phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey JH hows it goin?"&lt;br /&gt;"hey sweetness, i called earlier but your cousin said u were sleeping"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they always lie to him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aah um... am awake now"&lt;br /&gt;"so have you finished you information report?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah! have you?"&lt;br /&gt;"no, how many companies did u do"&lt;br /&gt;"one... you?"&lt;br /&gt;"three, u are supposed to do three..."&lt;br /&gt;"What? i thought we were supposed to form a group of three people and pick one company for our presentation..."&lt;br /&gt;"no, you are going to pick one out of nine... each person is supposed to do a research on three"&lt;br /&gt;and so i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now he just said 9 out of my 14 paged well typed out report were no longer needed&lt;br /&gt;are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;*breathe in... whoosaaaah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my automation test was wonderful except for the last question which i totally screwed up, so much that it hurts just thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to my last class 4 minutes late and there was a surprise 5 minute quiz, i was barely on number 3 when we were stopped&lt;br /&gt;never in my life have i submitted a quiz/exam/assignment with less than 80% complete&lt;br /&gt;jeez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when i thought it couldnt get any worse&lt;br /&gt;after class i reached for my bus pass in my wallet&lt;br /&gt;lo and behold, there was no bus pass&lt;br /&gt;it must have dropped somewhere&lt;br /&gt;and its just the beginning of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even wanna think right now cos my migraines sneeking in already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuurgh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-2430593371208180043?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlI9dCUckLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/5A4aIqSjN5M/s72-c/ucsi007456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-1355108428401016725</id><published>2009-07-06T03:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:47:38.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>insomniac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlG8zTvhHSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cjpe6r4lkNo/s1600-h/aaliyah-jay-z-bbq-a2ec9b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlG8zTvhHSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cjpe6r4lkNo/s320/aaliyah-jay-z-bbq-a2ec9b2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355269021579156770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so according to my wall clock, its 4:28am&lt;br /&gt;everyones sleeping, well since am not someone who whines about her insomnia, i did a great deal of internet surfing&lt;br /&gt;since i was gonna be awake again, i'd better enjoy being awake&lt;br /&gt;i just finished watching high school musical&lt;br /&gt;and i loved it&lt;br /&gt;i studied some more, i curled my hair&lt;br /&gt;i picked out a dress for my accounting class by 8am &lt;br /&gt;i was gonna wear blue jeans, a blue tank top and this lovely white top i got for my birthday and my white sandals, but after looking at the forecast i decided to wear my pink summer dress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as its 5am, am gonna say my prayers then take my bath, jeez everyone will think am weird, like seriously, who takes a a bath at 5am?&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;before HSM, i was watching old music videos,mya, nelly, murder inc, jennifer lopez, aaliyah, damn i love aaliyah so much, i used to want to look like her she was so close to perfect... so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;which of cos got me wondering&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;jay zee and aali actually looked good when they were together&lt;br /&gt;but i love bee with jay zee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read about this ghanian movie on a blog, picture perfect&lt;br /&gt;i googled it and it looks good&lt;br /&gt;am gonna watch it tomorrow night&lt;br /&gt;aah i was watching shayne ward jay holiday and jay sean (again)&lt;br /&gt;i love jay sean&lt;br /&gt;you cant blame me, i love indians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beep Beep! oh look now there goes my phone&lt;br /&gt;And once again im just hopin it's a text from you..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;It aint right read ya messages twice, thrice&lt;br /&gt;Four times a night its true&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I patiently wait&lt;br /&gt;Feelin like a fool but I do, anyway&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can feel as sweet and as real&lt;br /&gt;As knowing I wasn't waiting in vain..&lt;br /&gt;maybe its true&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught up on you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a chance that ur stuck on me too&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;It's all in my head&lt;br /&gt;Maybe We're Afraid of Words We Both Hadnt Said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so&lt;br /&gt;i said i will go to the gym later on&lt;br /&gt;i still intend to&lt;br /&gt;i already packed my gym clothes&lt;br /&gt;and tabs for my migraine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i couldnt sleep i was just thinking&lt;br /&gt;of my GPA for this semester&lt;br /&gt;it had better be high!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokaay!&lt;br /&gt;its getting bright... its 3 minutes to 5&lt;br /&gt;gotta jump into that shower&lt;br /&gt;and get ready for class&lt;br /&gt;have a good day unveiled&lt;br /&gt;its me sweetness&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-1355108428401016725?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlG8zTvhHSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cjpe6r4lkNo/s72-c/aaliyah-jay-z-bbq-a2ec9b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-8508725894251536392</id><published>2009-07-05T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:48:21.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlFYI2qoSmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dQxADgB100w/s1600-h/m_abbbe02f69029fffc4ab9e0736d06c73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SlFYI2qoSmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dQxADgB100w/s320/m_abbbe02f69029fffc4ab9e0736d06c73.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355158341056744034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i left twitter. bless!&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my assignments&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine, i had since tuesday free&lt;br /&gt;and i still feel like my little friend up there&lt;br /&gt;playfully lazzzzy (aint she cute?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bad sleeping habits&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, i dont sleep, or get the inspiration to sleep&lt;br /&gt;until i see the glorious sun rays shinning brightly through my room window&lt;br /&gt;then i pull the covers and sleep till well past mid day&lt;br /&gt;this disgustingly lazy but refreshing habit has been going on for four days now&lt;br /&gt;its time to break it. thank you very much :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gym. yes the gym. the gym&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i did not smell that gym all through this break&lt;br /&gt;quite sad&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;i'll continue this week&lt;br /&gt;i promise ma self, this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a test tomorrow... and yeah i studied&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch the time traveller's wife&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;because i loved the notebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aywaiz, i really should go to bed now&lt;br /&gt;see u later, unveiled&lt;br /&gt;its me sweetness&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-8508725894251536392?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/8508725894251536392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=8508725894251536392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-279428328522101338</id><published>2009-07-02T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:27:31.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no longer at ease</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sk0H3ioUrRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jDFBZspMeho/s1600-h/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sk0H3ioUrRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jDFBZspMeho/s320/340x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353944182783520018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. its like this&lt;br /&gt;i come to blogsville everyday&lt;br /&gt;i type a long post... but cant publish it&lt;br /&gt;i have like seven drafts now&lt;br /&gt;because am doing it again, holding back&lt;br /&gt;*when you are so used to keeping everything in, sharing becomes... a sin*&lt;br /&gt;sick huh? i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i intend to cast out any spirit of da old me in me&lt;br /&gt;and give way to the reborn and unveiled me&lt;br /&gt;umm first things first, i have officially left facebook.&lt;br /&gt;i was just reading some stupid status updates, seeing some annoying people i just snapped! before i could think of it ( and i always think before acting)&lt;br /&gt;i just deactivated my account.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this cool air around me, i was no longer suffocating. i felt happy&lt;br /&gt;(and not connected to some stupid twats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i realized that i'll miss the good people on facebook&lt;br /&gt;my friends from my former school (at least there is messenger)&lt;br /&gt;and the new friends i made...&lt;br /&gt;i seriously apologize for the rude exit no warning or anything of the sort...&lt;br /&gt;i was on the verge of shooting a virtual gun&lt;br /&gt;There is this thing i badly wanna talk about but ill be giving too much away&lt;br /&gt;its been on ma mind for so long... like a wound that wont stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i was gonna talk about UB&lt;br /&gt;UB is the guy i shud have been married to seven days ago&lt;br /&gt;yeah on our birthday haha JOKES JOKES&lt;br /&gt;i met UB when i was 17... on hi5 (does anyone go to that stalker pit anymore???)&lt;br /&gt;lol. &lt;br /&gt;i got a friend request and as i was going through his profile we had da same birthday, i never knew anyone who had the same birthday as me (so... yeah i know i share my birthday with millions of people in the world, i just did not &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; them)&lt;br /&gt;funny cos &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; i know a lot of my birthday mates&lt;br /&gt;did i mention that UB was fiiiine?&lt;br /&gt;okay he was fine &lt;br /&gt;so... the usual hi5 messages&lt;br /&gt;i lived my life on the net back then (i still do)&lt;br /&gt;and so did he... when i was sure he was perfectly harmless, we exchanged yahoo ids and we were always chatting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;months later, we exchanged phone numbers&lt;br /&gt;and one evening i was in my room in the dorm, my sony erricson started ringing (bless that fone it was my first camera fone, to the envy of my friends :p)and i picked&lt;br /&gt;it was him&lt;br /&gt;wow. nice voice, i mean he did not sound like... UB&lt;br /&gt;he sounded super cool, we talked for a long while about everything and nothing&lt;br /&gt;and i told him i had to go pray because i was going to class to read with my friends&lt;br /&gt;i called him mate&lt;br /&gt;as per birthday mate&lt;br /&gt;he called me mate&lt;br /&gt;as per soulmate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were always talking. &lt;br /&gt;i knew his friends, he knew mine, i told him everything, even if he tripped on something he would call and be like "mate, i almost fell"&lt;br /&gt;we were best of friends until he asked me out&lt;br /&gt;I did not have a boyfriend but my usual excuse then was 'i have a boyfriend'&lt;br /&gt;so we continued as friends&lt;br /&gt;He lived in Lagos by the way, he told me all about his life, the girls, parties(i dont party so i like people that party), he was a shy guy somehow (like all fulanis are- yes, he's fulani) but he had the whole Lagos aura, i used to tell him about the guys that bugged me, the ones i thot were cute, the ones that were asking me out, all that.&lt;br /&gt;Even my first boyfriend, Lmao&lt;br /&gt;i used to tell my bestfriend about everything, our fights, our beefs, funny things, and he would tell me how some girl pissed him off blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;until when i turned 19 and me and my boyfriend broke up, he had been single then for a while&lt;br /&gt;He said the person he loved was in love with someone else. me&lt;br /&gt;then he asked me out. again&lt;br /&gt;no hold it people. he was not my rebound guy&lt;br /&gt;i thought about it for a while&lt;br /&gt;and said yes.&lt;br /&gt;so now like the movies, my bestfriend was my soulmate&lt;br /&gt;sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;for a while&lt;br /&gt;there is an unwritten rule that two cancerians should not be in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;we had the same issues&lt;br /&gt;He had a temper, i never tolerated most things&lt;br /&gt;He was jealous, i was quick to judge&lt;br /&gt;but he would apologize... and so would i&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;br /&gt;were&lt;br /&gt;always &lt;br /&gt;fighting!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we kinda look alike&lt;br /&gt;same fulani nose, his is just a longer version of me&lt;br /&gt;am a bit lighter than him&lt;br /&gt;soft spoken, funny like me. prone to mood swings like me.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess we should have just stayed best friends&lt;br /&gt;ohh did i mention that all this while i had never seen him in person&lt;br /&gt;it was an online relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and the picture above...&lt;br /&gt;hmm people always tell me i look like her&lt;br /&gt;this chic (i have never watched any of her films, but they made me google her)&lt;br /&gt;i beg to differ&lt;br /&gt;infact i dont see the resemblance&lt;br /&gt;but a week ago, i posted her picture on facebook and everybody kept on commenting&lt;br /&gt;"wow sweetness u look gud, have u added weight?"&lt;br /&gt;and i was like huh?&lt;br /&gt;r u kidding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BSNC*&lt;br /&gt;in one of ur replies to my post u asked which celeb i look like &lt;br /&gt;there she is, monique coleman, they say she's in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;high school musical&lt;/span&gt;, even as a teenager i did not watch that... i used to have the songs on my music player because i liked them and we sang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;breaking free&lt;/span&gt; for my high school grad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i keep loving blogsville more and more&lt;br /&gt;ohh i love sean kingstons fire burning... and hova's d.o.a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love&lt;br /&gt;*sweetness*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-279428328522101338?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/279428328522101338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=279428328522101338&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/279428328522101338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/279428328522101338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-longer-at-ease.html' title='no longer at ease'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sk0H3ioUrRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jDFBZspMeho/s72-c/340x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-4420713081103139990</id><published>2009-06-27T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:45:11.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neda Michael and Farrah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Neda&lt;/span&gt;, for your vote, how did u end up all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bloodied&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;side walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Michael&lt;/span&gt;, always &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;, what was the coolest thing before the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;moonwalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 70s &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Farrah&lt;/span&gt; as Jill Monroe was the talk&lt;br /&gt;Neda while sitting in the heat of that car, did u imagine the heat was gonna get worse, only this time in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Michael what went through ur &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt; the first time you looked at the mirror and saw your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;new self&lt;/span&gt; for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Farrah did u ever &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;meet&lt;/span&gt; Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael. I think his best look was the t&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hriller&lt;/span&gt; look&lt;br /&gt;I think he looked so hot in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do u remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his best video is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;smooth criminal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his best song is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;heal the world&lt;/span&gt;. why... because of the message&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Liberian girl&lt;/span&gt;, its a personal favorite.. or is it you and i alone, or lost cildren, or speechless *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to better on the other side&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to MJ chris brown, the game n boyzIImen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing the life he lived&lt;br /&gt;Yes he wasnt perfect&lt;br /&gt;well you are are not either&lt;br /&gt;On a good day, i will list 20 of my favorite musicians and MJ would not even be in the list. I liked him, yes, i loved all his songs but oh well, he was never on my favorites list, he was a regular voice in my house, i grew up watching him, saw people idolize him. Laughed at the MJ jokes but suddenly they are not funny now, were they even ever funny at all... i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes my birthday was fab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the lovely people around me, The best surprises ever.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun, and i talked to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;UB&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-4420713081103139990?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/4420713081103139990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=4420713081103139990&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4420713081103139990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/4420713081103139990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/06/neda-michael-and-farrah.html' title='Neda Michael and Farrah'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-705096027117113087</id><published>2009-06-23T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T09:07:02.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hedonism II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SkB4kVcDX3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/p-nso4nUh8w/s1600-h/hedocover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SkB4kVcDX3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/p-nso4nUh8w/s320/hedocover.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350408922941579122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5b1c953c737f47d1" 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://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b1c953c737f47d1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329922190%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D166745AC436A895BBE4FD637D3012746CDD43C73.5179024A6D7750847CE50E47FEAA3F2BA40CFDB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b1c953c737f47d1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DglbJnrGC3zjCz3cqNfndgAgVfuo&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://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5b1c953c737f47d1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329922190%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D166745AC436A895BBE4FD637D3012746CDD43C73.5179024A6D7750847CE50E47FEAA3F2BA40CFDB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5b1c953c737f47d1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DglbJnrGC3zjCz3cqNfndgAgVfuo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, here's the video for Hedonism II&lt;br /&gt;the one i was talking about ran for 10 minutes of bare bronzed glory&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* &lt;br /&gt;this is a summarized version&lt;br /&gt;but u can always check Google for more gist&lt;br /&gt;like i said&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna have ma honeymoon here&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;i might update this post when i wake up&lt;br /&gt;or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love :)&lt;br /&gt;*****sweetness****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-705096027117113087?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5b1c953c737f47d1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/705096027117113087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=705096027117113087&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/705096027117113087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/705096027117113087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/06/hedonism-ii.html' title='Hedonism II'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SkB4kVcDX3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/p-nso4nUh8w/s72-c/hedocover.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-7213713152268821903</id><published>2009-06-21T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:33:10.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sj3FAiYPNbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xGY2anjsAo4/s1600-h/n503364206_595846_1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sj3FAiYPNbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xGY2anjsAo4/s320/n503364206_595846_1462.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349648545405154738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off all i apologize for being AWOL and MIA&lt;br /&gt;mid semester exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is going to be so random&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is in 4 days&lt;br /&gt;so is aunapturals :)&lt;br /&gt;its great havinng a birthday mate on blogsville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been listening to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;broken strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been reading my school books and cosmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everthings going on fine&lt;br /&gt;i love fridays- todays sunday by the way&lt;br /&gt;facebook is so boring signing in hurts&lt;br /&gt;cant remember the last time i updated my status&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a cold. I hate it when people dont do what they know they should do&lt;br /&gt;its funny when you can see right through people&lt;br /&gt;when you know what they want&lt;br /&gt;and you act so... naive. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies... the proposal&lt;br /&gt;i need... a new hair do&lt;br /&gt;i want... to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i love... beyonce&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking of...making noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to blog about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will update more updates when i wake up&lt;br /&gt;bonne  nuit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaa so i am awake now :D&lt;br /&gt;i had a weird dream. i always have weird dreams&lt;br /&gt;anyway Anastasia wants to take my pictures for her spring collection&lt;br /&gt;i have always loved her skills at photography so i was practically blushing when she came up to me&lt;br /&gt;we are doing a light test tomorrow at Roman's studio&lt;br /&gt;and pictures during the week :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that i joined the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Goodlife&lt;/span&gt; gym close to school&lt;br /&gt;okay before that i got a 3 day free membership&lt;br /&gt;and i saw that the place was good, better than other gyms i went to check out&lt;br /&gt;I started on Pilates and Aerobics.&lt;br /&gt;cos thats all i need, my mom will probably kill me if i lose more weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day out of sheer curiosity i walked to school and back&lt;br /&gt;it was not bad at all, Listening to all my favorite songs and bouncing along, i was home soo fast! i did not take the normal route, i went through Queensway and Iris. (sorry i am sure this is soo random to you)&lt;br /&gt;Infact i have decided to jog to my gym and back twice a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is tax-free sales at Walmart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me and Esay got in touch with our *Hausa* side, heaven knows i am tired of wearing jeans every damn day lol&lt;br /&gt;We dressed in complete trad attire. Headgear, matching jewellery, veils and all.&lt;br /&gt;So many people kept looking at us when we went into the grocery store, a couple of people smiled and complimented our regalia lmao&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked to take a picture... flattering but awkward :-D&lt;br /&gt;we went to a friends   house, played halo, tekken and mortal combat and i was winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love blogsville, and i am amazed at the beautiful ways people write. bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much 4 updates on the past week&lt;br /&gt;oh theres more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know about Super Clubs?&lt;br /&gt;I am going to look for a promotional video and put it up for you guys&lt;br /&gt;They own Grand Lido, Beaches, Breezes and. Hedonism II and III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hedonism II&lt;br /&gt;hmm i cant shout&lt;br /&gt;We had this for one of our case studies in class&lt;br /&gt;and i suddenly wanted to go to the  Caribbeans for a weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***places i want to go to***&lt;br /&gt;**st Domingo** Dubai** Vatican city**&lt;br /&gt;and Hedonism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you know Hedonism, don't look at me like a bad person&lt;br /&gt;its a semi nude beach, yeah, but that's not why i am going there. i just think it is a very beautiful place, i may be really comfortable with my body, proud even- but i do not have that guts! (... yet) lol&lt;br /&gt;ha ha i am going there for my honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;really it is a fantastic place, just wait till you see the video&lt;br /&gt;it kinda has bad publicity unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;which was why it was a case study in my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway more about the Hedonism soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch is calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****sweetness**** kiss kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-7213713152268821903?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/7213713152268821903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=7213713152268821903&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7213713152268821903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7213713152268821903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/06/updates.html' title='Updates on everything'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sj3FAiYPNbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xGY2anjsAo4/s72-c/n503364206_595846_1462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-5429606244446533922</id><published>2009-06-15T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:26:21.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 hours at Chapters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sj2_jXiWkzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F8IXYdvyRjc/s1600-h/26528015.ShelteredPunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sj2_jXiWkzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F8IXYdvyRjc/s320/26528015.ShelteredPunt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349642546720445234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Please read all instructions and warnings before going ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Must be 18 years of age or older to proceed further. &lt;br /&gt;Enter at your own risk. &lt;br /&gt;**LONG POST ALERT** &lt;br /&gt;all resemblances to any person living or dead is definitely intentional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining when i got home, i finished classes earlier than usual. Bracing my self. " hi!" i said with tooo much enthusiasm to no one in particular, i ran down the stairs dropped my books on my bed all the while thinking.. "why do we always have people over? eww&lt;br /&gt;i got my wallet, pulled off my jacket and reapplied my lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;that was it. i was going out. i need some &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapters is just a 6 minute walk away from my house, traffic and all, but i did not walk there. reason? cos i did not feel like :-)&lt;br /&gt;I love Chapters and i always will, went into the Starbucks next door i got a cup of coffee and went into my secret haven. Chapters&lt;br /&gt;I love chapters, i have said that like 10 times already so i am sure you can tell.jeez i love books&lt;br /&gt;I started scanning through everything&lt;br /&gt;Biographies, romance, bestsellers. and more&lt;br /&gt;i came back to fiction&lt;br /&gt;The twilight series... &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get an Edward and Bella poster for Esay but i did not find something different than what i saw in other places.&lt;br /&gt;So i went to a quiet corner and dropped my bag (bad move- nothing happened though, just dont try this in a public place) and i went back to the books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw L.J Smith.... i haven`t seen those books since high school&lt;br /&gt;Dark angel, secret vampire and all those lovely back-from-the dead stories that made me fall in love with vampires, warlocks and sexy werewolves - you cant blame me. I was 16 then.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually i settled for Dan browns Angels and demons, i read the book last year, and i watched the movie like three weeks ago, and the one i picked had pictures of the Vatican city and churches aah all those interesting names St Peters et al will have images now. Have i ever mentioned that i would love to go to the Vatican city. &lt;br /&gt;I was scanning through the prologue when i got to my seat. My bag was were i kept it, but on the seat a few feet away was a guy, an old guy. He looked french, for some reason my mind went to BSNCs post about rednecks, then he raised his head and said hello, he was in his 60s i guess, i smiled and said hi, and he commented on my dress, he said its unusual and lovely, asked what it was called. Well i was wearing one of these tunic-like dress-like tops my mom sent to me 2 weeks ago, it was brown with long flowing slit sleeves. Very simple. but nice.&lt;br /&gt;As i sat down and tossed my empty coffee cup in the bin he said &lt;br /&gt;i have a lovely smile *blush blush*&lt;br /&gt;okay so i hear that a lot&lt;br /&gt;i have one of these annoying smiles that you cant describe&lt;br /&gt;i was like thank you (and smiled again- Abeg oh i just couldnt stop it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; nice choice... Dan brown&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; oh yeah, he is one of my favorite i mumbuled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;pardon my saying, he continued &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; although i have read his other books i have not had the chance to go through this particular book... but one thing you should remember is that it is purely fiction, some people tend to get carried away by all they read&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not bother telling him that i had read the book before, i just said smiled, said i was going to remember that and i started reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading and noting the differences from the movie&lt;br /&gt;Vittorias absence during her fathers murder in the book and her finding his body in the movie&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hassasin&lt;/span&gt; was replaced by some white guy (phew!) i guess the director did not wanna show an arab as the killer of 3 bishops, there is too much religious crises in the world already&lt;br /&gt;I was around page 73 when the guy next to me offered me some nutribar&lt;br /&gt;i smiled again and said thank you but i was fine, then he gave me a book and asked if i had read it, it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The charlie wilson war&lt;/span&gt; by George crile i told him yes and we got talking about it and the movie (tom hanks and julia roberts)&lt;br /&gt;he asked if i was a student and he told me he was a university professor&lt;br /&gt;we talked for a little while more&lt;br /&gt;After another hour he asked me where i was from, I said Nigeria and he said wow! he was from Egypt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt. i was like, he doesnt look... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;like an egyptian&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; he was like he hears that all the time&lt;br /&gt;we laughed about it and went back to our books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie the Carmelengo went on the helicopter alone. In the book, he was with Robert Langdon.&lt;br /&gt;Intense&lt;br /&gt;My new friend was then curious to know the religions in Nigeria saying that Egypt was predominated by Muslims, and i told him the best about Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;We got talking more about religion and he told me a sad story&lt;br /&gt;about his old sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;she was a muslim and he is a christian, &lt;br /&gt;a very long and sad story&lt;br /&gt;      ***&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at this 60 something year old man&lt;br /&gt;sitting on a chair in Chapters, telling me a story about love&lt;br /&gt;the way his eyes twinkled when he talked about her, the way he smiled when he told me all they did to beat the odds, the way he eyes filled when he talked about her parents, his family, their plans to abscond, her arranged marriage,a year in prison, and finally making the hardest decision he has ever had to make in his life&lt;br /&gt;letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was silent for some seconds after that, staring at nothing&lt;br /&gt;you could hear a pin drop. And i could see love in its purest form&lt;br /&gt;in the form of this old man. living in her memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; and i will always love her he said&lt;br /&gt;I was moved. &lt;br /&gt;i was sad. &lt;br /&gt;I was happy that such love exists. &lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;happy that someone was capable of loving someone so much with more than his body and soul. with ALL of him. &lt;br /&gt;i was sad. &lt;br /&gt;i was happy that her memory not only made him smile, but made him proud. he said  i will always love her with so much pride, she seemed like some goddess to me already. And i wondered&lt;br /&gt;where is this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be in love with someone like madly in love with you i do not care about the world&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what anyone says&lt;br /&gt;not just loving somebody because... oh well. just because&lt;br /&gt;i need to love someone because i love that person, not just because they love me&lt;br /&gt;i need to love someone not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; if he hurts me not because i know he wont hurt me&lt;br /&gt;I need to love him enough to tell him about my blogs&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while i was looking at this stranger who's name i did not even know and all i could do was smile and tell him i understood his pain. But i did not!&lt;br /&gt;I got to the last part of the book, and on page 443, there was my answer to an argument&lt;br /&gt;... killed the light&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many times i have to tell them it is proper grammar, they dont agree. well here it was again. In a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke a little Arabic *wink!*&lt;br /&gt;and he told me i was the 2nd muslim he was meeting in chapters that week. I joked that he had an affinity for muslims and he laughed telling me that i should come to chapters more often, he enjoyed our conversations, i said i was gonna try. He had to go to home depot to pick something for his house. His name is Bob and his arabic name is Raèuf. Like me, he is humble (he said so, not me!)&lt;br /&gt;likes books, has a sweet tooth, is African,(his mom is German though, and his dad must have been an almost white Egyptian cos he was practically white!) and loves Chapters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he left read the last pages of the book. its quite sad, the ending... when the best laid plans end up as a crumbling mess... the carmelengo lost all he had and wished for&lt;br /&gt;Bob lost who he loved and longed for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back home&lt;br /&gt;pity i wouldn't be going back to chapters anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;mid semester exams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**sweetness**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-5429606244446533922?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sj2_jXiWkzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F8IXYdvyRjc/s72-c/26528015.ShelteredPunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-5388221987718764602</id><published>2009-06-08T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:10:09.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Si26g3aaDlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9ykwwCzO-8M/s1600-h/ma+boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Si26g3aaDlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9ykwwCzO-8M/s320/ma+boo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345133406551936594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew's naming ceremony was on Sunday, his name is Muhammad - i knew long before that that was gonna be his name :)and if it was a girl, she was gonna have my name. yeah, that is how much i am loved :-p&lt;br /&gt;its so sad that am not gonna be holding my baby nephew anytime soon, so all i can do is look at the pictures and sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loove babies, the way they smell... their yawns, their tiny little fists&lt;br /&gt;their eyes, the twinkle in them when they laugh&lt;br /&gt;when i was like 13 or so, my cousins wife brother's wife had a baby soo cute, i fell in love with him like the first time i saw him, he was probably a couple of months then&lt;br /&gt;(his mom was real pretty too) and i liked her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to rush home immediately after school so that i could look at the baby (u can't blame me, i am the last child of my parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Mohammed too &lt;br /&gt;Mohammed&lt;br /&gt;My dads name&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriends name is Mohammed&lt;br /&gt;My ex boyfriends family name is Mohammed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Do you remember girl&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who gave you your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Cause I remember girl&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who said put your lips like this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and first boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;everything i hear reminds me of him&lt;br /&gt;songs we used to listen to together&lt;br /&gt;songs we used to love&lt;br /&gt;Cds i made him listen to (even though he hated them lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it felt just like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;u were a part of me&lt;br /&gt;i used to stand so tall&lt;br /&gt;used to be so strong unbreakable like nothing could go wrong.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he is the only guy i know that likes Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;being with you is so dysfunctional&lt;br /&gt;i really shouldnt miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after all i choose to let u go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still hear your voice in every TI, Kanye, and lil' wayne song i hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Since I've lost you I'm lost too&lt;br /&gt;Nigga feeling like he at the bottom like a horse shoe&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the trouble that I put you in your heart too&lt;br /&gt;God knows that I'll do anything for a part 2&lt;br /&gt;Hard to be friends for the day you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Sayin that you forgive me&lt;br /&gt;give me another chance I'm needing it like a kidney&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want a advance&lt;br /&gt;give me back her hands give me back her touch&lt;br /&gt;I don’t ask for much, but I fucked up&lt;br /&gt;I know I fucked up, I admit I fucked up, but everybody fucks up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who ever imagined moving on could be this hard&lt;br /&gt;maybe staying friends was not such a good idea&lt;br /&gt;cos everytime we talk&lt;br /&gt;it like we are wondering if we made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammnit i miss you&lt;br /&gt;reality is a bitch&lt;br /&gt;i will never admit it to you&lt;br /&gt;or anyone else&lt;br /&gt;and it kills me to know i cause you so much pain&lt;br /&gt;but u know u fucked up&lt;br /&gt;you even admitted you fucked up&lt;br /&gt;so i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;its so much for my happy ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched 'drag me to hell' this weekend&lt;br /&gt;and that was an achievement&lt;br /&gt;i dont watch horror movies&lt;br /&gt;where i gathered the courage from, i dont know&lt;br /&gt;but i missed the best parts&lt;br /&gt;cos i just pushed ma popcorn aside &lt;br /&gt;and buried ma head between my legs -&lt;br /&gt;as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to hate lil wayne&lt;br /&gt;hmmm wrong choice of words&lt;br /&gt;i used to not like lil wayne&lt;br /&gt;then i listened to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;shot thru the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once twice&lt;br /&gt;and another&lt;br /&gt;and another&lt;br /&gt;there are still some  songs of his that i cant stand&lt;br /&gt;but truth be told&lt;br /&gt;i love the ones i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a couple of assignments to do&lt;br /&gt;and if theres any more to write ill be right back&lt;br /&gt;but for now.... theres nada&lt;br /&gt;stay alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;sweetness~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-5388221987718764602?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/5388221987718764602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=5388221987718764602&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/5388221987718764602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/5388221987718764602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Si26g3aaDlI/AAAAAAAAAGA/9ykwwCzO-8M/s72-c/ma+boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-1576017740907021568</id><published>2009-06-08T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:34:12.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Si080RvsehI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wiErqnB5G28/s1600-h/Moon_Woman_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Si080RvsehI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wiErqnB5G28/s320/Moon_Woman_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344995201572960786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piercing eyes... unsmiling&lt;br /&gt;never bothered by the jostling around him&lt;br /&gt;one glance in my direction sends my heart into a thousand spasms&lt;br /&gt;he remains unfazed. humourless&lt;br /&gt;totally extreme and almost divine finesse&lt;br /&gt;he walks with the grace of a lion- a predator&lt;br /&gt;looks upon everyone else like &lt;em&gt;mere mortals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself drawn to him&lt;br /&gt;like he is the trigger &lt;br /&gt;to the reason for my destruction.&lt;br /&gt;staying away&lt;br /&gt;and going one step closer to him&lt;br /&gt;avoiding him, and yet being everywhere he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i am in the library reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...significant fields of study in microeconomics include general equilibrium, markets under asymmetric information, choice under uncertainty and economic applications... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i felt it... this suction&lt;br /&gt;a sudden rush of cold&lt;br /&gt;isn't that a bad sign?&lt;br /&gt;closed windows, closed doors and unexplainable cold&lt;br /&gt;doesn't that mean a ghost is near or something?&lt;br /&gt;ghosts that...&lt;br /&gt;OHHMYYGOD!&lt;br /&gt;there he was&lt;br /&gt;sitting right across me&lt;br /&gt;dropping his books on the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was actually &lt;em&gt;glowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear am not crazy! i wasnt seeing things&lt;br /&gt;was it the light above him?&lt;br /&gt;but i was not glowing&lt;br /&gt;nobody else was. &lt;br /&gt;there he was perfect- like some greek god&lt;br /&gt;so close&lt;br /&gt;His eyelashes curled downwards&lt;br /&gt;what? eyelashes??&lt;br /&gt;damnit sweetness&lt;br /&gt;what are you thinking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i glanced down&lt;br /&gt;oops! those arms... &lt;br /&gt;running his fingers through my locks...&lt;br /&gt;his hands around my waist&lt;br /&gt;pulling me closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snap back to reality!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i have to leave this place. like right now.&lt;br /&gt;i should get water&lt;br /&gt;no not water. gum&lt;br /&gt;yes. chewing gum&lt;br /&gt;"gum?"&lt;br /&gt;huh???&lt;br /&gt;and i looked up&lt;br /&gt;he was offering me gum... with a smile&lt;br /&gt;"care for gum?" he repeated&lt;br /&gt;a smile that made him look like he did not belong to this world&lt;br /&gt;perfected his perfection. oh my he was gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he is a vampire!&lt;br /&gt;how else did he read my mind?&lt;br /&gt;how did he know i wanted gum?&lt;br /&gt;i read that vampires can control you&lt;br /&gt;control your mind and make you do anything they want you too&lt;br /&gt;i should get out of here fast!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt;" the voice did not sound like mine&lt;br /&gt;"thanks said the voice again as i watched my hands stretch to reach for the gum he was offering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***sweetNess**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-1576017740907021568?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/1576017740907021568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=1576017740907021568&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1576017740907021568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1576017740907021568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/06/vampire-crush.html' title='Vampire Crush'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Si080RvsehI/AAAAAAAAAF4/wiErqnB5G28/s72-c/Moon_Woman_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-257474902581242768</id><published>2009-06-03T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:09:51.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steam and Fire: letting it out part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SidIXvU7n0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kMniVH-QA9I/s1600-h/14524Vampire1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SidIXvU7n0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kMniVH-QA9I/s320/14524Vampire1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343319055576833858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for the comments on my last post&lt;br /&gt;the baby is fine&lt;br /&gt;beautyinblack&lt;br /&gt;miss.fab&lt;br /&gt;BSNC&lt;br /&gt;juiceegal&lt;br /&gt;RocNaija&lt;br /&gt;ur far too kind :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Serious (and really unnecessary Rant) Alert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will seriously love to apologize for the terrible mood i am in right now.&lt;br /&gt;for the mood that only got worse cos i tried to cover it&lt;br /&gt;by smiling&lt;br /&gt;and being nice&lt;br /&gt;and nodding my head&lt;br /&gt;and pretending i understand&lt;br /&gt;that its okay&lt;br /&gt;when i don't, when its not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they wont even let me be alone when i need to be&lt;br /&gt;my only line&lt;br /&gt;to sanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkayy so. i was sitting in class and minding my own business, not talking to anyone, looking at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my computer screen&lt;/span&gt; and the guy beside me yawneeeed wiiiiiide. with his mouth  wiiiiiiide open. while checking something on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; computer screen &lt;br /&gt;imagine who does that anymore? who does not cover their mouth when they yawn ehn?&lt;br /&gt;as if i did not have enough issues on my mind already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i remember this guy that used to pick his nose... pity cos he was cute. unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay am not always like this&lt;br /&gt;most times... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh today i did something *ehem* harsh?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;i met a couple of peeps, the usual introductions. names. handshakes.&lt;br /&gt;and... i refused to shake his hand&lt;br /&gt;cos they... they looked sweaty&lt;br /&gt;and he had &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dirty fingernails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no!&lt;br /&gt;i did not leave his hand floating in mid air&lt;br /&gt;what am i saying?&lt;br /&gt;of course dats what i did&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i did not make it look too obvious&lt;br /&gt;i tried not to make it too obvious &lt;br /&gt;i started looking for this 'thing' in my bag&lt;br /&gt;like immediately after i smiled and said hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not even help myself&lt;br /&gt;it was like reflex. so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am not a bad person really...&lt;br /&gt;and no i don't have OCD&lt;br /&gt;i guess...&lt;br /&gt;i just don't like dirty fingernails&lt;br /&gt;sweaty palms&lt;br /&gt;definitely not on one of my not-so-good-days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;am aaaarghing so much it sucks&lt;br /&gt;*double sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a poem, in between classes&lt;br /&gt;a weird poem&lt;br /&gt;but i love it, i'll post it tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;it is called&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; For a Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about weird weirdness lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever come across people who do not weigh what they say before it actually leaves their mouths?&lt;br /&gt;and the sound they make, just creates this uncomfortable silence cos you are &lt;br /&gt;a) so embarrassed for them&lt;br /&gt;b) or too angry to comment&lt;br /&gt;or if you are like me. get sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;that burns i tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am sure am not the only one&lt;br /&gt;am positive there are people who hate ringing fones.&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;no-one?&lt;br /&gt;*awkward silence*&lt;br /&gt;oh ok then&lt;br /&gt;i hate ringing fones. sometimes&lt;br /&gt;back in Naija. i could switch off my Fones for a whole week&lt;br /&gt;reason: just because&lt;br /&gt;sometimes u just don't wanna be available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God am something else&lt;br /&gt;i really should stop typing&lt;br /&gt;i'll be better in the morning&lt;br /&gt;definitely!&lt;br /&gt;and i'll blog about something blog-worthy like&lt;br /&gt;i dunno like 'blog-worthiness'&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh by da way&lt;br /&gt;my neighbor has this motion-sensor sprinkler&lt;br /&gt;not a good thing to come across at 7:30am while rushing out &lt;br /&gt;as soon as u are close &lt;br /&gt;close = on the other side, minding your business, checking your wristwatch and totally unaware it just goes WHOOOOOOOOSSSSSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breathe*&lt;br /&gt;whoosaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anger management, lol i shud blog about that soon&lt;br /&gt;but angry at what?&lt;br /&gt;nothing!&lt;br /&gt;yucky mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-257474902581242768?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SidIXvU7n0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/kMniVH-QA9I/s72-c/14524Vampire1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-75901320635844813</id><published>2009-06-01T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:38:29.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SiRz63IE3QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0ydqhhzDzLU/s1600-h/absence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SiRz63IE3QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0ydqhhzDzLU/s320/absence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342522513035681026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt; things first&lt;br /&gt;am an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aunt&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;my big bro and his lovely wife had a baby on their wedding anniversary, bless!&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way, he is my only brother and am the only girl so that makes this bundle of cuteness (i have been over using that since Saturday)more than special to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my absence: dats the reason right there. Danielle Steele... again&lt;br /&gt;i got 4 danielle steele novels 5 days ago, Amazing Grace, Zoya, Heartbeat and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. needless to say, sweetness has read all these books twice or thrice already and as usual, whenever i get them in my hands, i read them again - and again. weird huh? i know!&lt;br /&gt;Of all Danielle Steele's novels, Promise is my favorite &lt;br /&gt;My best&lt;br /&gt;and in true Danielle Steele fashion, tears r always shed during the course of curling up and reading this awesome awesomeness (?)Lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh there were also a couple of random Harlequins and Blaze (i told y'all i was a sucker for these things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i have been stalking peoples blogs as usual, finding more and more interesting things and dammit i love blogsville *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have been listening to old songs... no. like really old songs anyway that is just by the way&lt;br /&gt;I made Coffee Flambes the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Wolverine and i only loved Hugh Jackman even more&lt;br /&gt;I watched Angels and demons and i think Ewan Mcgregor out shined Tom Hanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Es*ay's birthday... lol&lt;br /&gt;am counting down to mine&lt;br /&gt;Oh i have a second birthday mate - on blogsville&lt;br /&gt;My first birthday mate&lt;br /&gt;U.B&lt;br /&gt;lol story for another day&lt;br /&gt;but that is a loooong story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv luv... sweetness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-75901320635844813?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/75901320635844813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=75901320635844813&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/75901320635844813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/75901320635844813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-absence.html' title='my absence'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/SiRz63IE3QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0ydqhhzDzLU/s72-c/absence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-6804925993080493373</id><published>2009-05-25T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:33:36.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On TV: my favorite commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShtfcmRzvaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ye_kxj5FuTM/s1600-h/1735747065_75b870cd33_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShtfcmRzvaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ye_kxj5FuTM/s320/1735747065_75b870cd33_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339966728094072226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in my Marketing class, we were devising strategic ads for specified products.&lt;br /&gt;Based on either humor, repetition or just plain annoying, and we were asked to analyze and talk about our favorite commercials ever.&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold! i could not come up with a single decent Ad i could share with the class, because, guess what? my favorite commercials are either chocolate commercials with half nude men scantily covered or condom Ads.&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;i said it&lt;br /&gt;condom Ads&lt;br /&gt;is it only me or has anyone noticed that Condoms (after Chocs of course) have the funniest commercials on TV?&lt;br /&gt;well and for some reason, i always stumble across them- for a reason i dunno... yet?&lt;br /&gt;boredom perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;or a hunger for something different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;anyway back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Choc Ads&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;my topmost favorite is the Sexiest Ad for the Sweetest thing&lt;br /&gt;that's just for the record&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like hilarious commercials, humor based Ads than anything.&lt;br /&gt;The type that kinda make you wonder what the Ad is about and when it gets to the end you go like " are you kidding me?"&lt;br /&gt;And as everyone knows funny things are usually the sexist, racist or stereotyped ones, so i wasn't ready to share my private jokes with the class (syke!!!)&lt;br /&gt;so i had to think of the plainest Ads i had ever seen that managed to get a smile from me&lt;br /&gt;so i finally settled for a Nike commercial the Hot dogs one&lt;br /&gt;everyone thought that was hilarious&lt;br /&gt;and in my mind i was like "if only u knew... i just goggled it 3minutes ago"&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless i enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who wouldn't think the guy was trying to save the Cart&lt;br /&gt;but ketchup?? okay really i did not see that coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function GetThis(T, C, U, L)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;    var targetUrl = 'http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=postto&amp;amp;' + 't=' + encodeURIComponent(T)&lt;br /&gt;    + '&amp;amp;c=' + encodeURIComponent(C) + '&amp;amp;u=' + encodeURIComponent(U) + '&amp;amp;l=' + L;&lt;br /&gt;    window.open(targetUrl);&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;b&lt;/script&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;amp;postID=6804925993080493373"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ev8ycEsljK4&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anywhere there you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;amp;postID=6804925993080493373"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-6804925993080493373?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/6804925993080493373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=6804925993080493373&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/6804925993080493373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/6804925993080493373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-in-my-marketing-class-we-were.html' title='On TV: my favorite commercial'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShtfcmRzvaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ye_kxj5FuTM/s72-c/1735747065_75b870cd33_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-5665967749755524973</id><published>2009-05-24T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:06:35.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo: An indelible mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Shn1PYM8KKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YWrPFf34Vws/s1600-h/Tanya-Tattoo-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Shn1PYM8KKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YWrPFf34Vws/s320/Tanya-Tattoo-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339568477768001698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my post (inspired by http://whatnigerianwomendealwith.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-tattoo-he-is-permanent.html) is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names wont be down only initials to save the not-so-innocent&lt;br /&gt;All relationships (including those you deny leave some sorta mark on you whether you admit it or not)&lt;br /&gt;so am gonna make a list of guys (and maybe girls) that have taught me a lesson or three in the years past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B.A&lt;/span&gt; and all 'royal crew', former neighbors... they left a tattoo in my mind barely 13 then, watched them change their girls like tee shirts, tossed them around and without knowing i just saw guys as human species not meant to be trusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A.U&lt;/span&gt; mister fine guy, my 1st serious toaster, he left a tattoo, still can't decipher what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U.I&lt;/span&gt; my high school crush and he never knew! he left a tattoo of a pen on my right hand, he was a beautiful writer wrote da most amazing things, funny enough i started writing cos of him, we were friends, he was 'prom-king material' and we talked about everything except us, we had da same problems and different solutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U.B&lt;/span&gt; my birthday mate and best friend, became friends when i was 17 but i never met him until 3 years later... he left a tattoo on me... somewhere on my head, my forehead taught me to believe in myself and to care for other peoples feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt; my first love, first kiss, first (and only) i-hate-how-much-i-love-you,  he left a tattoo on my neck, nobody sees it, even me, except when am alone, looking at da mirror, then i touch my neck and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J.M&lt;/span&gt; my girlfriend, left a tattoo i  after all the crying i did for her, with her&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                         i will not break the way you did you fell so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised myself i was never gonna let a guy hurt me da way she hurt, the way she cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.M&lt;/span&gt; my tweeny and her boyfriend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A.Y&lt;/span&gt; made me believe in true love, the unconditional type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A.Q &lt;/span&gt;her new boyfriend made me change my perspective on the 'forever kinda love'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; C.B &lt;/span&gt;made me realise that some people can just fall deeply in love with you for no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetness wouldnt be sweetness without all these people...&lt;br /&gt;who messed up my sweet naive mind&lt;br /&gt;made me run from what i thot i cud avoid&lt;br /&gt;love myself&lt;br /&gt;appreciate people&lt;br /&gt;understand everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-5665967749755524973?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/5665967749755524973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=5665967749755524973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/5665967749755524973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/5665967749755524973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/05/tatoo-indelible-mark.html' title='Tattoo: An indelible mark'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Shn1PYM8KKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/YWrPFf34Vws/s72-c/Tanya-Tattoo-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-7557603540049028979</id><published>2009-05-22T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:46:40.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This week... so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShcrS99UHdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9GrUxuxHiho/s1600-h/fabulosity1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShcrS99UHdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9GrUxuxHiho/s320/fabulosity1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338783488140385746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was my best in a long while&lt;br /&gt;Had a holiday on Monday&lt;br /&gt;the golf fund raising dinner on Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;worked late till past 11pm&lt;br /&gt;slept with a migraine (yeah its back)&lt;br /&gt;woke up 4 hours later to review for my accounting test&lt;br /&gt;classes on Wednesday were fab&lt;br /&gt;The test was great&lt;br /&gt;The meeting with my boss went well yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to make flambes!&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately i cant eat them cos they have alcohol&lt;br /&gt;but who cares? i had lots of ice cream instead with lovely cherry toppings while everyone else enjoyed the flambes...&lt;br /&gt;Nikolay is teaching me Russian :)&lt;br /&gt;nd Anastasia and myself have been inserting little words like privet, pa'ka :)&lt;br /&gt;oh well just da  basics, dont worry in 3 months i will be sending you postcards from Russia&lt;br /&gt;anyway am so happy its friday&lt;br /&gt;am gonna watch a movie in ma room tonight&lt;br /&gt;read a novel... pamper myself and all that&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... facebook is becoming boring&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i wanna watch The Game... again&lt;br /&gt;right now am watching Gossip girl&lt;br /&gt;*sweetness*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-7557603540049028979?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/7557603540049028979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=7557603540049028979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7557603540049028979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/7557603540049028979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-week-so-far.html' title='This week... so far'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShcrS99UHdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9GrUxuxHiho/s72-c/fabulosity1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-1567067156864007083</id><published>2009-05-22T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:20:46.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make a Flambee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShclN51EuCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dCxPa0kvBSk/s1600-h/genimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShclN51EuCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dCxPa0kvBSk/s320/genimage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338776804062967842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShclNuVLN3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/O_vLeqMcXZg/s1600-h/Flambee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShclNuVLN3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/O_vLeqMcXZg/s320/Flambee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338776800976385906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i feel like sharing a beautiful recipe with you&lt;br /&gt;one of my very favorite desserts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A cherry flambe jubilee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flambe&lt;/span&gt; is any food that has liquor poured on it and ignited to burn off the alcohol and give it a flavour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this particular one you'll need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cherries (preferably canned cherries from your grocery store)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sugar (about a table spoon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;butter ( a full tablespoon scoop)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cherry liqueur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brandy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An orange cut in half&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;you heat your pan put some sugar and after a minute you add ur butter picking the orange with a fork you stir your mixture for another minute, then you add your cherries along with some cherry juice from the can and you continue stirring as much as you can to get the citrus flavour. you tilt ur pan upwards so that all the liquid is collected at the bottom and you heat the top after about 30 seconds you remove from heat and pour an ounce of brandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE SURE YOU STAND BACK AS YOU RETURN THE PAN because there is going to be a huge flame which is da best part of the show :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pour a little cherry brandy over it for some flavour and serve over ice cream&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4802938243774428879-1567067156864007083?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/1567067156864007083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=1567067156864007083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1567067156864007083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/1567067156864007083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-make-flambee.html' title='How to make a Flambee'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShclN51EuCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/dCxPa0kvBSk/s72-c/genimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-9204210394397633927</id><published>2009-05-22T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:49:40.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruel waiting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><title type='text'>pieces of me, pieces of you, pieces of her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShcdukNVKYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fFJPWg_mnxI/s1600-h/Waiting_for_You_by_SanguineVamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShcdukNVKYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fFJPWg_mnxI/s320/Waiting_for_You_by_SanguineVamp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338768569101789570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When your mind is a mess&lt;br /&gt;So is mine&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause it hurts when I think&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts aren't at peace&lt;br /&gt;With the plans that we make&lt;br /&gt;Chances we take&lt;br /&gt;They're, not yours and not mine&lt;br /&gt;There's waves that can break&lt;br /&gt;All the words that we say&lt;br /&gt;And the words that we mean&lt;br /&gt;Words can fall short&lt;br /&gt;Can't see the unseen&lt;br /&gt;Cause the world is awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know that if I knew&lt;br /&gt;All of the answers I would&lt;br /&gt;Not hold them from you'd&lt;br /&gt;Know all the things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; know&lt;br /&gt;We told each other, there is no other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well too much silence can be misleading&lt;br /&gt;You're drifting I can hear it in the way that your breathing&lt;br /&gt;We don't really need to find reason&lt;br /&gt;Cause out the same door that it came well its leaving its leaving&lt;br /&gt;Leaving like a day that's done and part of a season&lt;br /&gt;Resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves&lt;br /&gt;But at least we can sleep, its all that we need&lt;br /&gt;When we wake we will find&lt;br /&gt;Our minds will be free to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And know that if I knew&lt;br /&gt;All of the answers I would&lt;br /&gt;Not hold them from you'd&lt;br /&gt;Know all the things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; know&lt;br /&gt;We told each other, there is no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;othe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's no combination of words&lt;br /&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;br /&gt;No song that I could sing&lt;br /&gt;But I can try for your heart&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams, and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;Like a, shoebox of photographs&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sepiatone&lt;/span&gt; loving&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer,&lt;br /&gt;At least for most of the questions in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like why are we here? And where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;And how come it's so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &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/4802938243774428879-9204210394397633927?l=sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/feeds/9204210394397633927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4802938243774428879&amp;postID=9204210394397633927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/9204210394397633927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4802938243774428879/posts/default/9204210394397633927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetness-veiled.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-your-mind-is-mess-so-is-mine-i.html' title='pieces of me, pieces of you, pieces of her'/><author><name>sweetness</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17636659176423494789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/Sdf3DqtX_rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/OBmwlJgpIyI/S220/unveiled.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShcdukNVKYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/fFJPWg_mnxI/s72-c/Waiting_for_You_by_SanguineVamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4802938243774428879.post-1054984637971291596</id><published>2009-05-20T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:59:32.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twins with two different dads... weird?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShSYTkBv5ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w6YyD8IGLZw/s1600-h/love-triangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dzY8UDNZDHI/ShSYTkBv5ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w6YyD8IGLZw/s320/love-triangle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338058920196826514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="introcopy"&gt;While getting ready today, this interesting news on TV caught ma attention. "A pair of twin baby boys were miraculously born with DIFFERENT fathers." no way you are kidding me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="parao_u13e7"&gt;But it is true, eleven-month-old Justin and Jordan Washington were born seven minutes apart but, in an amazing twist of fate, they are only half-brothers. (at this point i was like WTF?!)&lt;span class="charo_u68"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="parao_u13e7"&gt;&lt;span class="charo_u68"&gt;Their mother, name withheld (but if you insist its Mia) upon questioning said she had an affair with an unidentified man :-p.The truth came out when Mia visited Clear Diagnostics DNA Lab after noticing  that the twins had different facial features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="parao_u13e7"&gt;And yours truly, *sweetness* decided to do a little medical check on that and i found out that it could indeed happen, but dear reader, you won't be reading about a case like this again... definately not in this lifetime because it happens only once in a (cant remember the fraction here, but oh well...i won't insult your intelligence am sure you understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="parao_
