tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79902850465796933382024-03-05T03:29:36.757-08:00Everything You Thought You KnewJKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-66460943661256403242009-05-05T12:44:00.001-07:002009-05-05T12:50:27.944-07:00Hmmm.WOW! It's been a long time since I've been on Blogger. I've been on my Twitter game hardbody lately. I can truly say that i miss blogging! But my life isn't as interesting as people think so I have nothing to blog about lmao. I got to go home last weekend. Od excited about that. Might be back soon. I need to start commenting blogs again. If I don't ever blog again, I atleast need to comment and read things. -sigh- I'm slackin.JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-14667765364369560172009-04-13T14:10:00.000-07:002009-04-13T14:26:45.744-07:00Now For Our FEATURED Presentation...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAHuHIjQLwphIIeK0WO1ZA5QrjnkvQDSMHmdkE8thuo2VsYGrkhuYjSSYPb9rhyG8XUdp3nrK_lCrmhPPw7NJgg9f_oO0UMnvyfK512WwGm_iJvrZawJL7a0j6PAJSlOGMleSpT_KdKc/s1600-h/feature.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAHuHIjQLwphIIeK0WO1ZA5QrjnkvQDSMHmdkE8thuo2VsYGrkhuYjSSYPb9rhyG8XUdp3nrK_lCrmhPPw7NJgg9f_oO0UMnvyfK512WwGm_iJvrZawJL7a0j6PAJSlOGMleSpT_KdKc/s400/feature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324289978284523618" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks <a href="http://www.absolutebrook.com/">Brook</a>!</div>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-63105405238509131392009-04-10T06:34:00.000-07:002009-04-10T08:03:08.303-07:00Let Go<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">There has been a lot going on with me lately and it's really becoming very overwhelming. I'm at the point where I have absolutely no clue what to do anymore. Am I at breaking point? Not quite; but if things continue to get worse, I probably will reach that point sooner or later. I know you have to go through things to become stronger, but honestly, when does the struggle end? When does the hurt cease? Does it ever? I truly hope so because I honestly don't know how long I can deal.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> I've been talking to my mom a lot lately about the things going on in my head, which is something that I rarely do. It's not that my mom and I aren't close, it's just the simple fact that I'd rather keep things inside and to myself instead of discussing things. I don't do too well with constructive criticism. But we talked, and she told me that</span></span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">I just need to let that shit go or else it'll get the best of me in the very worst way. It's not as easy as it sounds but it's got to be done. Cus I really don't wanna feel this way anymore.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">So I apologize for the lack of posts and communication with you all. I know I've apologized 021380123801380130 times for this but I'm asking everyone to bare with me on this. I'm working hard to get through all of this and I just need a little patience. -sigh- Idk.</span><br /></span>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-33061634156450128672009-04-07T19:38:00.001-07:002009-04-07T20:13:56.336-07:00I Can't Stand The Rain...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicstWDA3LkwztSwO40vAj0BR4PEXtPi6AuM9FHsoAF14xQodsiAwRJmA2tlYYqJ_UfUEenuV5BaKp9GcMUteezhW7vxTukgcdqogtT_1qFWKc6LBie2IfxLd2biLH81TlnQpZUrldlA20/s1600-h/SDC10628.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicstWDA3LkwztSwO40vAj0BR4PEXtPi6AuM9FHsoAF14xQodsiAwRJmA2tlYYqJ_UfUEenuV5BaKp9GcMUteezhW7vxTukgcdqogtT_1qFWKc6LBie2IfxLd2biLH81TlnQpZUrldlA20/s400/SDC10628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322153302265792226" border="0" /></a>...but it makes things so beautiful!</div>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-24179484741584550052009-04-01T14:42:00.000-07:002009-04-11T19:38:33.573-07:00Dizzy Dizzy Dizzy!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKfe9Om0rsbTbiYFzseIKWZWxjf86mZNEFsLSWS1JdioMRY5KksEAmshO6ltWno2twZ3Ifm5tIps6RlNNarX4sXHw3olNiaiEL6RKY_loAK7ksY3RJoJrFIxj9KktHL_5EeS1tYXxL6w/s1600-h/Dizzyana+Cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKfe9Om0rsbTbiYFzseIKWZWxjf86mZNEFsLSWS1JdioMRY5KksEAmshO6ltWno2twZ3Ifm5tIps6RlNNarX4sXHw3olNiaiEL6RKY_loAK7ksY3RJoJrFIxj9KktHL_5EeS1tYXxL6w/s320/Dizzyana+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319574741896320642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQuVtOs_MGWKfnxUWONP2IGQZBDZuhGiDmiE5ReQl3ztBUvpZAOwLasnVkB52wgBQBzNZ2QKYjAR84YuGwlViZzOTrJkcnOBDrbRhbEnwJP4LJS5vCsD5cue8CGigIIhy2zL4zY8y-2Y/s1600-h/Track+Listing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQuVtOs_MGWKfnxUWONP2IGQZBDZuhGiDmiE5ReQl3ztBUvpZAOwLasnVkB52wgBQBzNZ2QKYjAR84YuGwlViZzOTrJkcnOBDrbRhbEnwJP4LJS5vCsD5cue8CGigIIhy2zL4zY8y-2Y/s320/Track+Listing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319574747468046434" border="0" /></a><br />I haven't been blogging like I should and I apologize. I'm dealing with more important things at the moment. Lo siento, pero bare with me. Gracias. But there has been a mixtape frenzy going on lately. I mean EVERYBODY'S droppin one! But only 3 have caught my eye. I'll be blogging about all of them this week. I'm a busy lady so be patient with me lol. But one in particular being from thee one and only <a href="http://www.myspace.com/edotdizzy/">Eric "E Dot DizZy."</a> [had to put thee gov, boo. you know that's all i call you lol] I'm sure you all know him from his lovely <a href="http://edotdizzy.blogspot.com/">blog</a> where you've had plenty of those "story of my life" moments. But now you have an opportunity to get into his mental through his music. I've downloaded and listened to it and I can truly say that I'm lovin it. I've listened to his "Never Stop Dreamin" and "I Am McLovin" mixtapes and I can truly say that he's a very talented artist and has no doubt grown. You can always tell when someone puts their blood, sweat and tears into something that they love and it's quite obvious that that's exactly what was put into this Dizzyana mixtape. I can truly and honestly that "Runnin" is one of my favorite songs. It speaks volumes. "<span style="font-style: italic;">My biggest fear is being a failure as any sign of failing and my mind goes rebellious</span>." SO deep. I'm also really feelin "Successful" and "Don't Stop" oooowwwwww! A lot of time and effort has been put into it and it's obvious. I remember talking to him during the process. I guess the long nights and lack of sleep really paid off!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Download <a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m1mnojhzohd">here.</a><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/edotdizzy">Dizzy's Myspace</a><br />Follow him on <a href="http://www.twitter.com/edotdizzy/">Twitter</a><br /><a href="http://www.edotdizzy.blogspot.com/">Blogger</a></div><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Disclaimer: A few of my posts got deleted somehow. So I had to repost this one.</span>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-25003888324042908922009-04-01T07:56:00.000-07:002009-04-01T08:50:17.849-07:00Sin City & Perfect Balance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-N6UbwQBuT-j_ZkCQkXtUBnTWq49zFGMiGEgKpmrIU3UJlZW9DmrL9AnFl2vNPkvAeTGkj6qQyHmk5kcchSRDYK48BezoPcEzPOpUE7fjRY6UDzitZQ6DQaBCa5-07r03ULnTTrVqTn4/s1600-h/PerfectBalance.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-N6UbwQBuT-j_ZkCQkXtUBnTWq49zFGMiGEgKpmrIU3UJlZW9DmrL9AnFl2vNPkvAeTGkj6qQyHmk5kcchSRDYK48BezoPcEzPOpUE7fjRY6UDzitZQ6DQaBCa5-07r03ULnTTrVqTn4/s320/PerfectBalance.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319740146055357586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjVM2MVzcUzl-3fPToM5LWrloKHAhKLJtGuqjQSdANB0vdWaU6FmkP0K51cC089cskTtnKaND4cTyWtE9wkFepD1CvOFnHvxrJqRWDX7yWDcHCPxLzvxUN1V4IbNSB23bE4GiCebJdqs/s1600-h/SinCity.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjVM2MVzcUzl-3fPToM5LWrloKHAhKLJtGuqjQSdANB0vdWaU6FmkP0K51cC089cskTtnKaND4cTyWtE9wkFepD1CvOFnHvxrJqRWDX7yWDcHCPxLzvxUN1V4IbNSB23bE4GiCebJdqs/s320/SinCity.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319740140465039730" border="0" /></a>Yes. It's another mixtape post lol. This is the last one. Anyway, <a href="http://www.myspace.com/5inmusic">Sin</a> and the <a href="http://planetmarzent.blogspot.com/">PME</a> fam bam dropped 2 mixtapes that I absolutely love. Sin City and Perfect Balance are no doubt must haves and if you haven't already downloaded them both then you fuckin suck big hairy donkey kong balls. Yeah, I said it. So hop to it. It's as simple as that. PME is doin the damn thing. Hell even moms is quotin from both mixtapes! She's a big music head and she knows her shit. What does that tell you?! I'm actually listening to "Untitled" on the Sin City mixtape. This is one of my favorites. But whatever, go download. Get wit it or get lost! Now scram, kids; you're making me itch.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Download:<br /><a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=6F95LKQG">Sin City</a><br /><a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=TQE7YBWS">Perfect Balance</a><br /></div>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-91852495143312960342009-03-28T12:54:00.000-07:002009-03-28T13:48:24.967-07:00Fakin' the Funk<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqYkHxawXLP3IDwrK1RuhChMCqdVLcW6n1CJRRnlZFAt8ridpqcp4t9469BLbaOoJSXhEd8LuqbBy1gtocVC5u9z-YlUT8dzQl8BiZWHWV4l-Ffzu4IyuD2_RmIc8HKpZyl_maeDr2zg8/s1600-h/welp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqYkHxawXLP3IDwrK1RuhChMCqdVLcW6n1CJRRnlZFAt8ridpqcp4t9469BLbaOoJSXhEd8LuqbBy1gtocVC5u9z-YlUT8dzQl8BiZWHWV4l-Ffzu4IyuD2_RmIc8HKpZyl_maeDr2zg8/s320/welp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318332244171647730" border="0" /></a><span><span style="font-size:85%;">As I look back on life I must admit that I've been <span style="font-weight: bold;">fake </span>about everything. Everything from my smiles to my happy-go-lucky attitude. When I smiled, I cried on the inside. When I laughed, my soul screamed for help. But no one knew. What made it worse was no one CARED to know. It's like, we as a people just see what we want and what we don't, we look around, over, under, and through, but never directly. It's not that we don't notice...WE DON'T CARE TO KNOW! Pointblankperiod. And people ask why I don't talk much. [Ana? Not talk much? Yes it's true lol.] But honestly, I can tell you everything about me in full detail: my likes, dislikes, goals, fears, ect. But I know if I do you'll only pick out what they choose to hear and wanna know and understand. So I see no point in wasting my time. -shrug-<br /></span></span>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-45908364719333488282009-03-26T09:02:00.000-07:002009-03-26T09:05:11.747-07:00Why Isn't Music Made Like This Anymore?<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqCzYObnBGA&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqCzYObnBGA&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />One of thee hottest collabs of all time. Pure unadulterated hip hop right here.JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-46684973671758344722009-03-25T06:11:00.000-07:002009-03-25T06:13:40.480-07:00How I Feel...<span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"><p><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';">There have been many times in my life where I felt naive and stupid, but never as much as I do at this moment. Let this be a lesson learned. I hope this heartache is the only scar from this relationship.<br /><br />This seems like a moment in Hollywood movie-making when the naive protagonist becomes conscious of the passage of time, the disclosure of verity, and a convulsion of regret. It is a climacteric moment; the film is about to come to an despondent but poignant conclusion.<br /><br />You know. I remember when I was little I used to pick at scabs. Which ended up turnin into a habit that taught me that scrapes don’t heal at the same time that blood darkens and dries. A internal wound takes longer than a external wound to heal. Doesn't matter if its physical or emotional. Life after a relationship starts to recover after the initial grief, </span><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';">later </span><span style="color: black; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';">fury, and ultimate awareness that it wasnt meant to be after all. jus like a scab. It's like, everything appears to be moving forward on the surface, but underneath it all, pieces from the past begin to emerge, hoping to fit into the present puzzle. and when history catches up to the here and now, you can’t help but wonder what went wrong. </span><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';">Similar to the cut that coulda, shoulda, woulda, but didn’t heal because you picked at it, so is the relationship that could’ve, should’ve, would’ve, but didn’t succeed because you did something obviously </span><span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype';">wide of the mark.</span></p></span>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-58211542254144821332009-03-22T11:43:00.000-07:002009-03-22T11:44:41.379-07:00Just A Thought"My loves, you have to know your worth."<br />********************<br />"People can be walking along the sands of Africa kicking rocks, and toss the most valuable diamond in the world because they don't know how to polish and refine it."JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-11617895405450680242009-03-20T09:30:00.000-07:002009-03-20T10:02:45.901-07:00How Many Licks?I'm numb; logic smothers the flame within the heart, but I don't ever let it die<br /><br />keep the fluids runnin, though they get backed up over time<br /><br />Rush...can you feel it...that adrenaline...butterflies in your stomach, if you can handle the roller coaster...your guaranteed to have some fun<br /><br />but if you get too nauseous homie better get off of the fast tracks, cause if you make too many nasty noises, you'll see mami run<br /><br />takin cover...after poking and provoking the beast within silly people...short-lived self-gratification from the reaction<br /><br />cause I'm numb and bored with the same silly old routine, analyzing and validating the ill will of the ill-willed is the closest thing to satisfaction<br /><br />bored with playin the role, so I role play til I'm ready to make a scene, the suspense of puttin it out there, stimulating though unworthy to the true craving of the soul<br /><br />you can get under the skin, to the bone, out through another hole, still aint murder the soul...at times lost but I'm still behind the wheel in control<br /><br />talk aint cheap it cost valuable time, unless a man is actually makin moves, relationships don't move me<br /><br />literally and figuratively speakin, loved or fucked over, you better be sure bout what you want to do and do it smoothly<br /><br />and finish what you started, cause rest assure I compromise and stretch like elastic, but sweetie when I snap back<br /><br />My alias is Karma, cause I'm giving 10 times back what you gave me, and I ain't sparing jack<br /><br />An asshole will be an asshole, rather the bullshit is put out there fast or slow<br /><br />People swear they are pimpin something, when you remain silent just to see how far they will go<br /><br />Lick off my kindness greedy muhfucka and take a bite of my tootsie, until I roll<br /><br />How many licks would it have taken to get to my heart and feel real love versus that shit that gets stuck in your teeth...the world may never know<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><br />Disclaimer: I didn't know wtf I was writing lol. Just writing stuff that came to mind. So if you're confused then uh. Idk lol.</span>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-4200649187388776202009-03-17T13:02:00.001-07:002009-03-17T13:19:08.326-07:00Beach W/ The KiddosSo me and the kiddos went to the beach and stayed at mi abuelito's beach house for a few hours. It was pretty brick outside but overall the weather was nice. We had crazy fun just laying out and talking. Surprisingly we had a pretty nice roasting session lol. They may be young but they talk madd shit lol. I wasn't allowed to take any pics cus they wouldn't let me have the camera. But I did end up with a lot of pics of me lol. Not gonna post em all though.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKzE7GUHJWcqmH__NxPAvzXqIDCZFMFFxOEkg_yoMRAFmh8ruzu-81qNstwQWRYsViJe7eAxH8KPeIXJXwIIZ8MMnb5sJNUPSrhnuZjA7RLw8aCfHbOgJl1Vuegro-djUwdCvoDc87eM/s1600-h/004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKzE7GUHJWcqmH__NxPAvzXqIDCZFMFFxOEkg_yoMRAFmh8ruzu-81qNstwQWRYsViJe7eAxH8KPeIXJXwIIZ8MMnb5sJNUPSrhnuZjA7RLw8aCfHbOgJl1Vuegro-djUwdCvoDc87eM/s320/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314253667977654050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jgcjuhOi9B2HJ3GvUWpzrYtbnlYuZoU2DpuRGRfovGGg_Y_4fcfKP-5jmrYdQ5eOGiWEj6UJaqtUrP04mbrPWYPo6erBRHomXAp2caIC4G0LjxOWO7BzjMTYQdkaUi_EB6H8I3sYJN8/s1600-h/beach3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jgcjuhOi9B2HJ3GvUWpzrYtbnlYuZoU2DpuRGRfovGGg_Y_4fcfKP-5jmrYdQ5eOGiWEj6UJaqtUrP04mbrPWYPo6erBRHomXAp2caIC4G0LjxOWO7BzjMTYQdkaUi_EB6H8I3sYJN8/s320/beach3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314253567672873554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_zfH4saXMN4nNVP1f10IeC_TIAgOiI29huRXVLujL7_7hbahIFU1llSaVsKKSL7oIngptYRFSJhFO97tSr3x9Vj94GKJyxXucE6wn9MbK8rf1x9DiwtVuAD9GKVirjBUFnQn6dpS2nHk/s1600-h/004-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_zfH4saXMN4nNVP1f10IeC_TIAgOiI29huRXVLujL7_7hbahIFU1llSaVsKKSL7oIngptYRFSJhFO97tSr3x9Vj94GKJyxXucE6wn9MbK8rf1x9DiwtVuAD9GKVirjBUFnQn6dpS2nHk/s320/004-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314253372290972514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnRm5ezVL7vGMyi4v7-pFViLA3TUOg3MGxb2r3t35LpSwCGuMif3AzkxVK3Ycxrb2GjfJX4W3GVhOR5aoNhp-DMasWEpDFDUnsRTNUQWaASq7bmdrZSFAIP6AQwT6DjPN0Q2gfdMkwOQ/s1600-h/beach2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnRm5ezVL7vGMyi4v7-pFViLA3TUOg3MGxb2r3t35LpSwCGuMif3AzkxVK3Ycxrb2GjfJX4W3GVhOR5aoNhp-DMasWEpDFDUnsRTNUQWaASq7bmdrZSFAIP6AQwT6DjPN0Q2gfdMkwOQ/s320/beach2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314252887057783842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjsaJ_p5lsyMwBomsYukeLhWfsj9htvKTIuZt8SJDjlZNeUY8rNwJQfpwKiOIDVeyU_ZQK6gqoLfQNdgi6ar9lrmUp5avPK5tIpJptYBWYA5XJxzbXpqpxsSD0v9r11ZvC3bu14KuDptE/s1600-h/beach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjsaJ_p5lsyMwBomsYukeLhWfsj9htvKTIuZt8SJDjlZNeUY8rNwJQfpwKiOIDVeyU_ZQK6gqoLfQNdgi6ar9lrmUp5avPK5tIpJptYBWYA5XJxzbXpqpxsSD0v9r11ZvC3bu14KuDptE/s320/beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314252885111529970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmd2mCQeK8vd9Q4z86czI-M_7KVzyo6jh7x1QJfNJqENBux1t-oStYRGVgkegbnqhnXr0JeC4Q790eYWhJJuugdjxq0jmiJnXbyrzyIe5yGjkroBeW-0OrgkudQr1r22ghOubSW7PePU0/s1600-h/007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmd2mCQeK8vd9Q4z86czI-M_7KVzyo6jh7x1QJfNJqENBux1t-oStYRGVgkegbnqhnXr0JeC4Q790eYWhJJuugdjxq0jmiJnXbyrzyIe5yGjkroBeW-0OrgkudQr1r22ghOubSW7PePU0/s320/007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314252879206520546" border="0" /></a>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-42845980793391555222009-03-16T06:35:00.000-07:002009-03-16T06:44:31.995-07:00DreamingAnother dimension, in which decisions do not exist<br />no private eye, private conversation, private parts<br />wide open without the fear of contamination<br />no private eyes digging for lies buried beneath a shallow truth<br />no whispers in the night...as loud and evident as night and day<br />no private parts... no forbidden fruit disrupting paradise<br /><br />Craving to trust like a newborn baby with deep eyes simply seeking to absorb life for all its worth<br />Must I examine death to truly understand the true meaning of birth<br />Must I endure poverty to truly understand wealth<br />Must I fall ill to appreciate good health<br />Must I meet a stranger to truly distinguish friend from foe<br />Must I cling to every second of every minute of everyday before I let go<br /><br />standing on the middle of a see-saw... split decisions and compromise<br />why must I touch the ground in order for someone else to rise<br />Balance...good and evil, right and wrong, reality and fiction<br />Realizing that the wisest are indeed fools, talking and listening<br />only to dream of a life in which thoughts no longer need come in play<br />falling asleep once more to escape this world, dreaming of that destined dayJKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-77369161461159034112009-03-15T05:38:00.000-07:002009-03-15T10:44:12.876-07:00I'm Baaaaaaack! =)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rdGVBAC_8x0s6DPwL7IPtVaXQ7iQjjyRM_Jw9dh__Uq59AsVmvD6FJJoTgm2xyqEJXOqWohItSQise2VDeTcZXbIbDT7UzV-e2qDDdtquxb0cVNBFbRTTCrAflEkedYslat89EjvYSA/s1600-h/eh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rdGVBAC_8x0s6DPwL7IPtVaXQ7iQjjyRM_Jw9dh__Uq59AsVmvD6FJJoTgm2xyqEJXOqWohItSQise2VDeTcZXbIbDT7UzV-e2qDDdtquxb0cVNBFbRTTCrAflEkedYslat89EjvYSA/s320/eh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313397716797966290" border="0" /></a>Alright alright alriiiiiiiight! So I haven't posted in like weeks but I think I can truly say that I'm back. It's official. I've been on my secret Tumblr shit though to be honest. I don't like it, but it gives me a chance to get my thoughts out of my head. Cus they've been trapped for a minute now. But um, a lot has been going on with me during these past few weeks. Not gonna go into detail but please pray for me cus this is really taking its toll on me emotionally. -sigh- I haven't been reading or commenting blogs lately and I apologize. I've been trying to do a lot of shit and I just haven't done it. So I'm sorry. I'll be back to it starting today. I promise. *pinky promises*<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Is It Just Me Or Is PME Doin It?:</span><br />So this morning I was on the <a href="http://planetmarzent.blogspot.com/">PME</a> blog cus I got a request on Twitter from somebody. Kinda forgot who; don't judge me. It's 8 in the frickin morning. Anywhoo, I decided to check out the blog since I haven't been there in a good minute. And of course, the first thing I did was listen to see what track was on it. For anyone who knows me, the song on your blog is the first thing I check out when I hit you up. If you have a dope track, I actually sit and READ your post. If I don't like your song, I skim through it. TRUE STORY! But anyway, I'm not gonna go on and on. But yo, Planet Marz is really doin it. I listened to like 4 tracks before I sat down and left a comment on a post lmao. They're no doubt holdin it down in FL so big ups to PME! Ashley, Omie, and the rest of yall...keep doin the damn thing.<br /><br />Def will have more blog shouts this week. I miss my Blogger fam and I'm so so SO glad to be back. I'm going back to sleep though. Mwuah! Love yall! Yeah, my song is censored. Wtf.JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-2451156620244784142009-03-03T05:40:00.000-08:002009-03-03T08:31:44.734-08:00Last night...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8uzVQVbGZ-V1DQso0So-SkVyG9uBxSGaYDdyyy69yV911hz5YcT6y4RhSZkLoeb22wx0CZYND1rtZ4q0kFieXLP0zAUD__D4ZT8erU_e9nk7GHui0nTDtVEeCz11IpkdbEjRz_FP7jF8/s1600-h/proofpic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8uzVQVbGZ-V1DQso0So-SkVyG9uBxSGaYDdyyy69yV911hz5YcT6y4RhSZkLoeb22wx0CZYND1rtZ4q0kFieXLP0zAUD__D4ZT8erU_e9nk7GHui0nTDtVEeCz11IpkdbEjRz_FP7jF8/s320/proofpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308977476211100962" border="0" /></a>Okay so I'm not off of my hiatus but I have a few things to say. Last night I was online minding my business and talking to a few people on AIM when I noticed that stupid TweetDeck thing keep chirping or tweeting or whatever the hell you wanna call it. So as I pulled it up so I could close it, I got an eye full of the conversation going on...about me!! Don't you just love when people talk about you while you're not around? I do! It turns me on. But anyway, after skimming through a little bit of it, I was like whatever and just logged out of Twitter for the night. Not because I was "scared" but because I wasn't in the mood for confrontation. it's not my thing. I had a migraine and just needed to go to sleep. So I said my good nights to the people I was talking to on AIM and crashed. Couldn't go to sleep for shit because I had all of these thoughts running through my head. A lot of "What if's" yanno. Like, "What if they stop talking to me?" and whatever.<br /><br />NOW, time to clear these accusations up. Yes, this is me. Idc how fake you think I am to be honest. Now the photography pics on the other hand, not ALL mine. Key words being NOT ALL. Not in the mood to go all out and give explanations because I have shit to do and really shouldn't be online to begin with. So to everyone who reads my blog...I'm sorry for the deception.<br /><br />Then I really thought about it. I didn't build relationships with these people through these pictures. And if it comes down to no one on Blogger or Twitter not wanting to talk to me ever again then so be it. Wasn't meant to be, anyway. I know I did wrong and I apologized for it. But I refuse to kiss anyone's ass. It's not what I do. Not really my thing, yanno. Not tryin to be nonchalant about this like it doesn't matter, because it really does. I care about a lot of people on here and would hate to lose friendships over this. But if it happens then so be it. Now, it's back to my hiatus from Blogger and possibly Twitter as well....MAYBE Twitter but I doubt it. I have a lot of shit going on in my personal life that needs to be handled. Has nothing to do with this situation.JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-4189192881545512312009-02-23T10:28:00.000-08:002009-02-23T12:01:40.408-08:00So Gone...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivzMJRohuMNm4C-kXIZjou5a7NyFTukB2yVtY1WvCFkIdC_Ms15GgEyy-iuMaWsmADD2qpKbsZ5Y2Lo_C7VHXo_rU082ovfZURdIXqiEEf2mg5WlKGgqPhnMa2LtXcU_UVq32915o8Ksk/s1600-h/ahahaaaaaaaaacopy.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivzMJRohuMNm4C-kXIZjou5a7NyFTukB2yVtY1WvCFkIdC_Ms15GgEyy-iuMaWsmADD2qpKbsZ5Y2Lo_C7VHXo_rU082ovfZURdIXqiEEf2mg5WlKGgqPhnMa2LtXcU_UVq32915o8Ksk/s400/ahahaaaaaaaaacopy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306062488377040530" border="0" /></a><br />Its been real, but I am taking a break from the Blogger scene. Wrote enough to last for a while. Most people just read with one eye open and one eye shut anyway. It takes a third eye to comprehend if you aren't willing to use two you will leave the third eye blind. Let the old blogs marinate for a while, when your ready to fire up that grill for the meat of conversation, I'll bring out the dessert...cause i don't want to spoil your appetite lol. Time for more observation, less dictation.<br /><br />Know what happens when you try to dissect what is already living to prove that it is alive. By the time you get the answers you seek; it dies.<br /><br />I'm still gonna be reading and commenting blogs so don't get it twisted, homie.JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-1844482341463338542009-02-21T10:25:00.000-08:002009-02-21T10:32:02.027-08:00Dear God...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT8XNqJmswybm72_4iLF394wmeE5i7OB_pF8g6vr29MAJ_9SwEEUDmA_OsQkFdNtsmrDcooy7lmYD5CvIE-UxU-Qjiy97DwnArHoBksJ80KYAth3OksXfk3iijJRycB3Jd8dj-Tmg_kic/s1600-h/dear+god.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT8XNqJmswybm72_4iLF394wmeE5i7OB_pF8g6vr29MAJ_9SwEEUDmA_OsQkFdNtsmrDcooy7lmYD5CvIE-UxU-Qjiy97DwnArHoBksJ80KYAth3OksXfk3iijJRycB3Jd8dj-Tmg_kic/s400/dear+god.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305318850557421378" border="0" /></a>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-39945034783182345822009-02-19T09:07:00.001-08:002009-02-19T09:39:49.108-08:00Dark SleepStrayed from the straight path… impatiently plucked many dandelions before their time<br /><br />Trampled the hearts of many lilies…smothered and weeded out many violets striving to find<br /><br />Something soft and delicate in the rough wilderness…within a world of entangling vines<br /><br />Thorn’s piercing my heart, for the soft touch of the wild rose petals in bloom to be mine<br /><br />Wild Red rose…a blazing sun in the dessert, provoking the thirst that only its sweet nectar could quench<br /><br />Sought only a quench when dancing, dehydrated, beneath the sun rays...and ended up drenched<br /><br />Devoured the waterfall, while suffocating on sand when feasting off of the mirage inch by inch<br /><br />Voyaged through the Unknown, oblivious to the name of love carved, by a previous drifter, into a man-made bench<br /><br />Figured I may as well sit for a while, slowed down and began to notice the beauty of nature often neglected in the obsession for something so surreal<br /><br />Fought in my sleep to wake up to a dream, fatigued, I was no match for the nightmare that left me in a state of paralysis, couldn’t move only think of the pain numbing my will<br /><br />Silently screaming “JESUS”, fearing that some demonic force had me pinned…for what was once a nurturing crib had become a suffocating hearse…buried alive in my own conviction<br /><br />Beneath soft red roses with piercing thorns, that only bloomed to puncture the heart, left to slowly bleed all alone in this cruel, dark, and lonely dimension<br /><br />Where prince charming creeps in the Cinderella's window to rescue her, only to deliver her to the inferno within a throbbing temple, in which an evil queen sits on his heart ruling the throne<br /><br />Where brother and sister come into the gingerbread house they call home all alone, and the evil witch that bore them seeks to bake and devour them til their innocence is gone<br /><br />Where you were free to find your own way, pick up all your heart desired, and all your heart desired you were forbidden to keep<br /><br />Felt a gentle shake from an angel…and I awoke for the first time, finally escaping the dark sleep…JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-42958189749930886912009-02-17T09:53:00.001-08:002009-02-17T16:39:18.049-08:00Boredom Kills<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKXiOHnem61EXUPNqTLhbdsdvawINI70A3eq2ntum0CiOszea25y8-0zVnrcWy-rXveaPYck8AX7WT1PQFQpQKMhnJKJ1E-Ooy_Xfy15_AX75TrAyqthqTlXXfpC5389fVOLdt4LY8kQ/s1600-h/boredom+kills.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKXiOHnem61EXUPNqTLhbdsdvawINI70A3eq2ntum0CiOszea25y8-0zVnrcWy-rXveaPYck8AX7WT1PQFQpQKMhnJKJ1E-Ooy_Xfy15_AX75TrAyqthqTlXXfpC5389fVOLdt4LY8kQ/s400/boredom+kills.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303826166416483602" border="0" /></a>Lmfao. We was bored; what can I say? And noooooo I didn't rip my pants lol. They were like that already lol. That's why there's something under them lol.JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-6842322896277206402009-02-14T14:20:00.000-08:002009-02-14T16:24:11.378-08:00Valentine's DayFirst let me start off by saying HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! Yeah yeah, enough of that! Lol. Am I hating? Hell to the nah. But anyway, back to the purpose of this post. I ended up going to the movies last night to see Friday the 13th with the homaaaays lol! Review coming soon. But anyway, after the movie I ended up going straight home and going to sleep. When I woke up this morning, I found a few GIFTS! I was excited lol. A) because I don't have an official Valentine. B) because who doesn't LOVE gifts lol. I already had a feeling who it was from, but was and still am kinda confused because we're not on the best terms right now. Like...we're not even talking at the moment so for him to bring me gifts is beyond me. But anyway, I couldn't call him because I don't have my phone and I don't know his number by heart. Currently waiting for him to call me but I doubt that he will for some reason. I'll just call him when my boy comes over later since he has his number. But here are the pics of my lovely gifts.<br /><br /><ahref></ahref><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhWLOdmM9V8mWn21r5cw-EBxZrmBUuiLxozYHHqDA4KMG0ZjxQoj3PZsOjZnyn4kgrm_h5nlDntWxYcBNLyZc8iW5NiubyVo9UPHn_QhtQC65AGT1Y6eTCkHhf02eRgvYu18TySyzFgwc/s1600-h/tiffany+co..png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhWLOdmM9V8mWn21r5cw-EBxZrmBUuiLxozYHHqDA4KMG0ZjxQoj3PZsOjZnyn4kgrm_h5nlDntWxYcBNLyZc8iW5NiubyVo9UPHn_QhtQC65AGT1Y6eTCkHhf02eRgvYu18TySyzFgwc/s400/tiffany+co..png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302812290286612274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLN614iu1oWfjtHphkSjR9NcDRW8kKI4yMeJqCvZsYXCNCyRQuHR9TtzeU7m4rfAXpzQXFg71BU15AEQRowPMYEe1mmNEfnM-rNAAZEBgHe8O5EPa8J0Ayft4b1imwgTp29NCgXxViIvg/s1600-h/tiff+co.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLN614iu1oWfjtHphkSjR9NcDRW8kKI4yMeJqCvZsYXCNCyRQuHR9TtzeU7m4rfAXpzQXFg71BU15AEQRowPMYEe1mmNEfnM-rNAAZEBgHe8O5EPa8J0Ayft4b1imwgTp29NCgXxViIvg/s400/tiff+co.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302812283618466418" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpr3FokSdNmC8d7-hdF-1f9jvFSV3AnfDcdG-i-JrtqprNqMWLQW1GdzRezN7-2eVCm9sIBzZCfvl6JvQ2gATls4LUnPb-1sw6XStElEzJEhYGBkSElAYanwsxzq_b1E-B5Cg_9_iVPo/s1600-h/vday.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrpr3FokSdNmC8d7-hdF-1f9jvFSV3AnfDcdG-i-JrtqprNqMWLQW1GdzRezN7-2eVCm9sIBzZCfvl6JvQ2gATls4LUnPb-1sw6XStElEzJEhYGBkSElAYanwsxzq_b1E-B5Cg_9_iVPo/s400/vday.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302812280226294866" border="0" /></a>ANYWAY, I was reading <a href =" http://singordinarywords.blogspot.com/">Ms. Tiana's blog</a> earlier and saw her sexay poem for wrote for the hubster. Jealous...lowkey lol. But I was inspired to write a little something. Hers is much better but I don't really care. I was in the writing mood and decided to write something. Oowwwwwwww!<br /><br />-Emotional Nudity- Take your soft and loving hands and remo<ahref>ve the mantle of mistrust from my shoulders. Softly unbutton the silken gown of regret from my skin. Come my love and remove the veil of heartache from my face and kiss these lips that were ordained only for you. Confiscate the jewels of deception from my arms neck and ears-discard my fears. Feel the fabric of the chemise of my misgivings and set me free from it. Kiss my naked shoulders honeyed with newfound faith liberated from doubt and the threat of neglect and obscurity. My darling go further south and remove the thongs of this world's hatred and prejudice from my hips and slide them slowly down to the floor where they can be no more. Undress me until I am stripped bare of the world's evil and tainted essence until like the day of my birth, I emerge beautiful untouched- unpoisoned. Let this nude daughter of Eve stand before you liberated from the negative-Pure and positive and free to melt into your loving embrace.<br /></ahref>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-26395903848485808382009-02-12T14:43:00.000-08:002009-02-12T14:44:17.207-08:00The Poet's Pen<span style="font-size:100%;">Swaddled within the poet's pen<br />Lies imagery born of perception<br />Beheld and defined through the mind<br />Vivid from its inception.<br /><br />Though once a mere abstraction<br />Liquid thoughts now take design,<br />No longer off and fleeting<br />But blissfully confined.<br /><br />Drawn by strokes of artistry,<br />Imbued by life, impassioned,<br />Depicted via verbal wit,<br />By lyric phrase enfashioned.<br /><br />Words, glazed and aged writ upon page<br />Refined though deliberation<br />Endowed to speak of themselves<br />In poetic celebration.<br /><br />Thus the poet's pen does send<br />And pierce the imagination<br />To faithfully record<br />Life's sheer exhilaration.</span>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-72710752787834846952009-02-10T18:28:00.000-08:002009-02-10T18:31:00.050-08:00SoulmateSHALL I DISCOVER COMFORT IN ANOTHER'S ISOLATION<br />BE MOLDED BY THE INFERNO OF TRUTH INTO ONE KEY<br />THAT UNLOCKS THE TRANSLUCENT DOOR THAT STANDS BEFORE...<br />MY SOULMATE AND ME<br /><br />ENTER INTO HIS TEMPLE, AND BECOME A PART OF HIS DOMAIN<br />FEARING NOTHING BUT GOD BECAUSE HE'D DO THE SAME<br />NOT ASHAMED TO CALL OUT YASHUA'S NAME<br />THE REVELATION WOULD BE INGENIOUS, BORDERLINE INSANE<br /><br />HOW GLORIOUS WOULD THAT BE TO BE LOST IN DEPTH OF SOMEONE ELSE'S EYES<br />FINALLY WIPE OFF THE CAMOUFLAGE MASKING A YEARNING HEART IN DISGUISE<br />THIS HARDCORE SHIELD THAT EMBODIES ME, TENDER HEART AND HARD DEFENSE<br />BEFORE WE'D MAKE LOVE WE'D BE SURE THAT THE FOUNDATION OF "WE" MADE SENSE<br />CONFRONT THE IMPERFECTIONS, NEVER CONCEAL BUT HEAL EACH FLAW<br />ENSURE OUR DESIRES AND NEEDS WERE FILTERED THROUGH THE RIGHTEOUS LAW<br />ONE SOLDIER, OUR CHEST SHIELDED BY GRACE AS WE BATTLE WITH SHARPENED WISDOM<br />GLIDING SWIFT AS A STALLION...GALLOPING UNTIL WE FULFILLED THE MISSION<br /><br />FOR WHEN THE MOON BLEEDS AND MOUNTAINS CRUSH AND SEAS DROWN OTHERS<br />WE'D BUILD A FORTRESS AROUND OUR EMPIRE HARD AS A DIAMOND CLEAR AND PURE<br />OUR LOVE WOULD RISE, FOR TWOS SHALL BECAME ONE AGAIN...WHOLE... OUR LAST INHALED BY OUR FATHER AND BREATHED FOR AN ETERNITY<br />INSCRIBED IN THE BOOK OF LIFE FOR ALL THAT WE'D ENDURE<br /><br />*I left the caps lock on. It was an accident though. I was on a roll when I realized it and didn't wanna stop typing to turn it off and plus I was halfway done with it. So I also didn't feel like typing it all over again. So work with me, loves. Lol.JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-49935789849401676092009-02-09T10:35:00.000-08:002009-02-09T12:41:36.983-08:00Shopping pt. 2<object width="400" height="300"> <param name="flashvars" value="&offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fjkisz%2Fsets%2F72157612875496192%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fjkisz%2Fsets%2F72157612875496192%2F&set_id=72157612875496192&jump_to="></param> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=67348"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=67348" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fjkisz%2Fsets%2F72157612875496192%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fjkisz%2Fsets%2F72157612875496192%2F&set_id=72157612875496192&jump_to=" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><br />So this is the second part in my 2 and a half day shopping spree. I'm gonna be quite honest, I DIDN'T buy all of this myself; my mom and mi abuelita went shopping with me as well. I'm pretty spoiled lol. I can truly and honestly care less how people feel about that. All I'm gonna say if you hatin then mind ya bidness and press Alt+F4, bruh. And to answer your question, Toy, I did order some shit from Karmaloop and got some stuff from Dr. Jay's that I have yet to take pics of. Didn't really feel like to be honest lol. <br /><br />In other news, I saw my "friend" last night before he went back to Syracuse and we talked. Well, I did most of the talking because I had a lot that I needed to say about how he's been acting. He said that he understood and admitted that he WAS acting like a damn child and said he'd chill with the bitchassness. Yeah, he said it. And that's all I really wanted. That and for him to get his act together. After we talked and resolved this whole thing, he told me he wanted to take me SHOPPING! Can't buy my love or happiness but it damn sure will make me smile! Lol. Don't get me wrong, I'm no gold digger. Mami's makin bank and I can take myself shopping; don't get it twisted, boo. But I'm not gonna tell him NO! Especially if he WANTS to. Plus, Valentine's Day is coming up lmfao. Sooooo I might take him up on that offer.<br /><br />I wasn't in the mood to make any posts about the Grammy's and I DON'T wanna read any blogs about it. Sorry. And I damn sure don't wanna read any blogs about CB and Rhianna. Smh. I'm tired of this whole situation.JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-24827094209366740822009-02-08T20:27:00.000-08:002009-02-08T20:44:11.425-08:00Shopping pt.1I finally got some shopping done on Friday and ended up spending waaaaay more than I needed to. Like it REALLY hurt my feelings. I guess that's the consequence for having expensive taste. I ended up buying things from Chanel to Gucci from Nars to MAC. I went crazy. I think I'm gonna use this post for my necessity grabs and the next one is for all of the other stuff that I bought. I won't be shopping again for a loooooooooong time lol.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXTOZ0eFajfC4i_GgfRLHUDQQCOk84w0-xV6JoU9mXo9LHUfH84czxxPTLLaH7gjQvyOCrCKQ1DaFHuzrJRvNPfbDg5qs9vPWrf4c0d9RLytQu_vGf8VlKXpCIXejnlUS5O97AkDAF40/s1600-h/mac.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXTOZ0eFajfC4i_GgfRLHUDQQCOk84w0-xV6JoU9mXo9LHUfH84czxxPTLLaH7gjQvyOCrCKQ1DaFHuzrJRvNPfbDg5qs9vPWrf4c0d9RLytQu_vGf8VlKXpCIXejnlUS5O97AkDAF40/s400/mac.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300652842420653490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBEamOcJVa-gcWfbXmOySgiRn8aeEn2hojKbXBnjeEKZojSZiaT4VFcme5WiN0FWf_XoeajG-PSdTBuW6ToJShwA1y8vGy2f8h2sSY2BSPeWr645a9BuPUdmRYNKmusj8lb4RNdUitRfQ/s1600-h/lacome.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJplnqJXwMjrw2w-XUU2O61i1DuS_I_0Pxt-awnIgzYAyZ46iHbblEfJcYXjfzqHpnOOayCrQnMpqF3FuJ5vLVCP3xsk0r7ODgC6ucMg8y1YDXaZ-sRFlmlmLR5PrmsYIyh49XdlkOHxI/s400/chanel+precision.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300652274241619858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wBWjUUY8cAulC8TQNKtt_ESMbJw2F6ybuPZDGt3_h05Lvz6wPbn20g8aUlrhyphenhyphenhnD-8lr6v9FK6vGaEx2tOu0YeSpORHcKcC4UtjEdtdxYb5u2EVnlJTRPmDN842X_IGWhgcOAYfhiIU/s1600-h/brushes.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8wBWjUUY8cAulC8TQNKtt_ESMbJw2F6ybuPZDGt3_h05Lvz6wPbn20g8aUlrhyphenhyphenhnD-8lr6v9FK6vGaEx2tOu0YeSpORHcKcC4UtjEdtdxYb5u2EVnlJTRPmDN842X_IGWhgcOAYfhiIU/s400/brushes.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300652267902667250" border="0" /></a>JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990285046579693338.post-85223231022470301082009-02-06T11:57:00.000-08:002009-02-06T12:19:49.614-08:00The Cheesecake Factory<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPpDNw9Dpim2bSHYpCuFgIajsahHRERRrxoTj1tGPNpzlM-MYofI8ExBsQFXtWVIio_XCPa8TYnsZDCM7F2SxKhRypZzqU_P6QuCkFG-VmBm1d5R4PvePUp8Zr_Qa6aTmlVtla2WSsDMs/s1600-h/godiva.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPpDNw9Dpim2bSHYpCuFgIajsahHRERRrxoTj1tGPNpzlM-MYofI8ExBsQFXtWVIio_XCPa8TYnsZDCM7F2SxKhRypZzqU_P6QuCkFG-VmBm1d5R4PvePUp8Zr_Qa6aTmlVtla2WSsDMs/s400/godiva.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299781273998002082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOhSDMx6GIA7qnmb8aucoGZLk0o6PdLyYue6RjeDQM-Gk6jVd3S2Ks3TQLCOC84p7qXJN7PDorRw4q4TYaQYHIyU23XyyHBTVtBqSGyvxg_8z1wuJvmxHFyg8JTdyTjwq6BVS2cbLlVU/s1600-h/cajun+shrimp.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOhSDMx6GIA7qnmb8aucoGZLk0o6PdLyYue6RjeDQM-Gk6jVd3S2Ks3TQLCOC84p7qXJN7PDorRw4q4TYaQYHIyU23XyyHBTVtBqSGyvxg_8z1wuJvmxHFyg8JTdyTjwq6BVS2cbLlVU/s400/cajun+shrimp.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299781251899615170" border="0" /></a>Today has been just bleh. I've been busy all day and now I can truly and honestly say that I'm beat. I'm ready for this day to be over. But on a better note, I went to the Cheesecake Factory for lunch! Omg, it was wonderful! Lol. I ordered the cajun shrimp pasta and got the godiva chocolate cheesecake. It was absolutely amazing lol. But that's all lol. I have to get back to work.JKiszhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12318073844780029830noreply@blogger.com20