<?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-5499030755962991589</id><updated>2012-01-04T05:39:29.381-08:00</updated><category term='ramsey noah'/><category term='Choice Life'/><category term='Assholeness..'/><category term='Independence'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='sluts'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Nigerian Terrorists'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='cheaters'/><category term='november'/><category term='Ghosts'/><category term='Asexuality?'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='desmond ellio'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='Nigeria'/><category term='Yay'/><category term='New'/><category term='Friendly.'/><category term='Free food'/><category term='housegirl'/><category term='naija movies'/><category term='Innocence'/><category term='primary school'/><category term='Cheating'/><category term='Work'/><category term='men'/><category term='confused'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='onlinenigeria'/><category term='nollywood'/><category term='Venting'/><title type='text'>Butterflies...</title><subtitle type='html'>The roses, the lovely notes, the dining and dancing are all welcome and splendid.  But when the Godiva is gone, the gift of real love is having someone who'll go the distance with you.  Someone who, when the wedding day limo breaks down, is willing to share a seat on the bus.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-930613329065622336</id><published>2011-09-05T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:47:47.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Just going through my old posts and realizing how exciting my life used to be...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys though..its been ages, I'm gonna go see what everyone has been up to..i just began a new stage in my life so i will be documenting my adventures on http://chilolow.wordpress.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to delete this blog but i think i will hold on for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my anonymity is out the window now..it wasn't that important anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisou xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-930613329065622336?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/930613329065622336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=930613329065622336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/930613329065622336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/930613329065622336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2011/09/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-8851268726703351018</id><published>2010-03-10T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:12:44.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See you later</title><content type='html'>So I have made the decision to leave blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Its the second time I am doing this and I know I will probably be back but I don't think I will be anonymous when I do. I think my blog needs to be revamped into something that can be of more use to its readers.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't feel comfortable about blogging about certain things anymore. I think I need to change a lot of things in my lifestyle and this is just one of them.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all for always reading and commenting. I will still be floating around...reading and commenting but I think this is the end of my anonymous time on blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I didn't get that job I interviewed for, I really thought it was for me but I guess God has other plans. One No..only means there is a Yes somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and Hugs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-8851268726703351018?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8851268726703351018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=8851268726703351018&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/8851268726703351018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/8851268726703351018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2010/03/see-you-later.html' title='See you later'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-8811078114289003311</id><published>2010-02-24T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:51:30.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choice Life'/><title type='text'>Make it Mine</title><content type='html'>Hey loves!..how are you all doin?&lt;br /&gt;Vals day was great..went to see Valentines Day with some of my girls...it was such a cute movie, i might even watch it online again lol..&lt;br /&gt;However, I got to tell you guys something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really been feeling down nowadays..just feeling unfulfilled and tired. Going to school for 4 years and working diligently at getting a degree and after all that not being able to use this degree is getting to me. I feel like God has a plan for me but i just wish it would happen sooner rather than later..i know everyone says Gods time is the best..but I'm only human and we get impatient sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i shall continue to wait on the Lord because he knows best, I don't know if anyone else is going through the same thing but a friend of mine sent me this the other day and I really loved it so I wanted to share it with you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLN2k0b3g70&amp;hl=en_US&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/OLN2k0b3g70&amp;hl=en_US&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;Enjoy the rest of your week loves. You all put a smile on my face everytime you comment here or check up on me...Thank you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps shoutouts to jaycee, honeywell, neefemi and Girlwithredhair ...muah muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-8811078114289003311?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8811078114289003311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=8811078114289003311&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/8811078114289003311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/8811078114289003311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/make-it-mine.html' title='Make it Mine'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-1135841899232552794</id><published>2010-02-13T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T13:25:28.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><title type='text'>AWWW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S3cYpvZkbyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Q-3jBRpDSlk/s1600-h/couple-valentines-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S3cYpvZkbyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Q-3jBRpDSlk/s320/couple-valentines-day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437842180450578210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are sooo great...thank you all for the well wishes, the interview went great and i won't find out for a while if i get the job but im staying positive. Thanks loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its Vals day weekend and its snowinggggggggggggg...can you imagine?...its not like i had date anyways lol but still its like snow everywhere and i am not even tempted to go out in this awful weather. How can it be snowing in all 49 states!!!..those of you going to florida this spring break..have fun lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does everyone have planned?..I was going to have a nice weekend with my girls..dinner, go watch that Valentines Day movie and maybe go out to a bar for drinks. Now i don't think I am doing anything but laying in my bed with a bag of chips and watching the Kardashians all weekend or Lifetime's valentine movie weekend. So i can cry and wish i had a man to cuddle with...hehe..NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to do an indepth valentines blog about how we should all share the love with everyone not just our romantic partners but I'm so not feeling it right now. I was on the phone with a good friend of mine and she was like "Unwritten, how do we now have boyfriends..like we are freaking gorgeous..how is that possible" lol i told her to ask me again...I've never really had a valentines so its not like i feel like I am missing something..but then again...it would be nice to have a romantic dinner with that special someone..and all the other perks of being with a person you love. One day sha...until then..i have Love Actually, My Best Friend's Wedding and Pretty Woman to keep me company this weekend. Romantic Love on TV looks so great...ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! the weekend isnt over yet so i might have a different story in my next post...you just never know..life is full of surprises right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day loves...enjoy it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-1135841899232552794?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/1135841899232552794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=1135841899232552794&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/1135841899232552794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/1135841899232552794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/awww.html' title='AWWW'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S3cYpvZkbyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Q-3jBRpDSlk/s72-c/couple-valentines-day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-4327294076201895737</id><published>2010-02-09T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:10:34.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray 4 me</title><content type='html'>Hey loves... how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be short and sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st i have a job interview tomorrow so i am really excited and also nervous. I need you all to pray for me because i really need this right now. Life has not been dealing me with right cards financially and  I really pray that that is about to change.&lt;br /&gt;So please...put me in your prayer points abeg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a pretty tough week..dealing with some things...but God dey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...i feel like everytime i think I am ready to trust a guy....one just comes along and messes it up ALWAYS!...its been like a recurring theme in my life. I am getting tired of it. So i will have some interesting stories for Vals day so stay tuned for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-4327294076201895737?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/4327294076201895737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=4327294076201895737&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/4327294076201895737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/4327294076201895737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2010/02/pray-4-me.html' title='Pray 4 me'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-5629843378029507859</id><published>2010-01-21T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:40:30.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><title type='text'>I don't get it....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;#Warning- This blog will contain some VENTING material#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.metalunderground.com/images/covers/Five_Bolt_Main_-_Venting_cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey lovers...i know i am such an infrequent blogger please forgive me...life throws so many curveballs at you sometimes, its hard to catch them all. I've truly missed blogging from the heart...like its such therapy for me and has definitely helped me through so much these past 4 months or so..and i love you all for being there with me every step for the way. Thank you ..and on that note shout outs to neefemi for the award...kisses, hugs and so much love your way boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So..i spoke to Boy No.1 from back in the day...do you guys remember him...my "first" ..so yea i had emailed him over the holidays..a somewhat spiteful email...i shouldn't have sent but i got to thinking about him and how he has a girlfriend now and it just got me mad!..so i sent him an email..and he replied me saying he wished i didn't feel the way i did and that hes in naija now so he'll call me when he gets back to the states. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So he messages me on gchat asking if he can call me...so we chitchat for a bit and he calls saying he knows he owes me an apology for disappearing on me and being a total ass..and that hes truly sorry and all that...i mean i forgive him but i know it will take a while e to forget it all, but we back to being somewhat friends again..i don't know about it all. In my heart i still care for him but i can't see him in the same light as I did before...he says he's heart broken...I don't think he knows the meaning of the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Also i was reading neefemi's recent blog about being tired of america and all that and i certainly know how she is feeling..i mean the job market is so bad and right now i'm barely working so its kind of depressing ...applying to jobs all over again...sometimes i wonder if i would be better off in Nigeria...even though i would be working in a bank which is definitely not my field but at least i would be making good money. Then again, i have friend in naija who are trying to come to the states or the UK because things are so bad over there and i feel lucky again. Then i think about the thousands of people who died in Haiti and i know that I am definitely lucky because things could be so much worse off for me and i thank God everyday for his mercies. God dey...All will be well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Another thing..so I have noticed something among my group of friends...or at least young nigerian cliques...there is a lot of tribalism between yoruba and igbo...and i don't understand why. One of my friends tweeted the other day because some igbo guy pissed her off that "she doesn't like igbo people because they are full of shit"...really?.. Another igbo guy said something about "yoruba people being dirty and uneducated". In my mind, I'm thinking is all this necessary and where is all the hate coming from...you could be talking and chatting with a igbo babe or guy but once some kind of argument comes up about tribes...everyone just picks sides and all friendship and alliances are forgotten. Its really sad because that is part of our problem in Nigeria...we see ourselves as Nigerians when its convenient but as Yorubas, IGBOs, Hausas...whenever it deems fit. Its not like CNN is reporting that a Hausa boy tried to bomb a plane on Christmas Day...they are saying he was NIGERIAN!.. the sooner we get into our heads that are all in this together and that we are from the same country...we will never progress...not including the fact that our President is MIA..so please i'm tired of the "igbos like money" jokes and the "yorubas are razz" stories..enough already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm not saying we can't represent our individual cultures..just treat others with respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Alright! LOL..so im off my soapbox and omg...David Olorun i swear im just checking my blog email after so long so reply my email abeg! no vex lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So Vals Day is coming up...."sigh" lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kisses and hugs guysssss....and Keep Breathing God loves us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;p.s Roc Naija...pls come back naaaaaa&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/5499030755962991589-5629843378029507859?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5629843378029507859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=5629843378029507859&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/5629843378029507859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/5629843378029507859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it....?'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-2539590957755743490</id><published>2010-01-09T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:21:07.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>2010!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year guys!!!...hope the year is going great for everyone!&lt;div&gt;I personally am very excited for the things I am going to achieve this year with Gods grace..May we always be thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how far now?..to be honest i have been lacking excitement or gist on my part..nothing much happening on my side..except it is really cold! i only go outdoors if i have to nowadays..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus i was chatting with NaijaBB the other day on skype and his friends were there...one of his friends is a major music star in naija LOL...fun times thooo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus this Lagos Party video is making waves all over Naija internet oo..all these babes have been tweeting that whizkid boy in the video like crazy...my timeline on twitter is full of it...its funny sha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So whats everyone's new years resolution...mine is to keep fit, pray more and achieve something major in my life. How about you guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise Ill have some kind of gist next time...let me go read whats going on in YOUR lives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-2539590957755743490?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2539590957755743490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=2539590957755743490&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/2539590957755743490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/2539590957755743490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010!!!'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-3400849420891083621</id><published>2009-12-26T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:33:10.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigerian Terrorists'/><title type='text'>Nigeria's Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://blogs.westword.com/backbeat/Christmas%20Present%202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A terrorist.....Nigeria's very own terrorist&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is disgusting, appalling, disgraceful, shameful utterly painful. Nigeria has to deal with 419, oil wahala, bad leaders, bad institutions, educational problems, poverty and now this rubbish. At first i thought it was a joke..Nigerians dont have liver to be terrorists??. A rich Nigerian boy too?..whats our own with Al Qaeda...?..man ..i don't like this one bit. God help our country mehn. Those of us in Yankee and Jand will suffer the after effect of this thing... People are trying to #lightupnigeria and hes there trying to light up a plane...it just never ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways..Merry Christmas guys i hope everyone had a good one..mine was alright but as usual ended up in some sort of drama or the other "Sigh" anyhow sha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so last weekend...i went out for a friends bday and who do i see at the birthday dinner but Rolex?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yall remember him..the dude i used to date that had a girlfriend that i didnt know had a girlfriend. Confusing i know...sha just stay with me. So i had met his girlfriend the week before at someone's grad party and she was looking at me funny...in my mind im like 'whats this babe looking at...i know im segzy but damn"...so we eventually start talking and she's like "you look so familiar.." im like maybe facebook or something..she now says naaa i  think we've met at a party or something...so i was like ok maybe so. Then she's like "do you know Rolex?" im like Yea i know him...she's like "Thats my boyfriend!" LIGHTBULB! lol...i was like ohhh yea i think ive seen some pics of you guys on fb or so..so she starts smiling sheepishly like "yeaaa thats my boo"....poor girl if only you kneww....me i had already suspected he had a babe because the last time i chilled with Rolex...he was acting weird and i was like "do you have a girlfriend" and he was like noooo nooo....i dont...why would you say that....and then the last time we talked he wanted to spend the night at my place...MEN! hisss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways so when i saw him at the dinner...he now pulled me into his arms "my one and only Unwritten...you look so good.." in front of everybody...i had to wiggle myself out of his arms and compose myself...like are you serious?? there are people here that know your babe. Anyways later on we start talking sha and i'm like "so i met your girlfriend" and hes like "Which one..there are so many of them"...really...so i say her name and hes like "ohhhh thats just one of my many babes..you know how i do" and im like "Riiiiiight"....i just jejely found my square root after that...even at the club i was talking to his girlfriend and he wasn't even acting like anything....chai...i told one of our mutual friends and shes like "you know Rolex is a big flirt and he can get away with it"...apparently...i am a magnet for unavailable men and i am sick of it jorrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then at the club again...this one guy is practically glued to me and i'm trying to ignore him and talk to his friend whom im sorta vibing with and his friend has arm around me and we are laughing and talking about nigeria and stuff (we went to school together). This other guy lets call him JIDE....keeps whispering in my ear...how long have u lived here...you are really pretty...blah blah...im like dude back off now...so i guess he gets the message and just chills for a bit..so me and my friend keep talking and laughing and we are sitting in VIP so everyone is looking at us like these people need to get a room..lol...then Jide comes back and shouts in my ear "WHERE IS THE BAFFROOM?"...AHHHH  can you imagine??..how will i know??..na my papa build club?...so im like "i think its over there.." and he shouts again...this time releasing spit "OK THANKS...BECAUSE MY BLADDER IS SOOOO FULL"...ah han...are you ok????...who talks about their bladder in public....my other friend just lowered his head in shame ..and im like "where did u find this guy mehn"...lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time...this other guy that i met earlier in the year..spots me in the club and starts coming over talking about..."do you wanna go somewhere and talk...you look so good"..which is code for "do you want to go make out and more in my car"...is it beans???..i just said im ok, smiled and walked away....these are the kind of men I attract ooo and its not like I was dressed like one ashewo...my life and my rep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then Mr Bladder has been texting me since oooo..i dont even know how he got my number...one of my friends is like "you better talk to him....did you see he had Ed Hardy shoes on...he has money"...can you imagine? i should talk to a razzzzzz fugly uncultured boy because he has money.....abeg jorrrr i just told her to go and sit down somewhere with that BS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember Boy. 2 the one i lost it too...the one i thought i was going to end up with...the one i had known for 7 years...the one that broke my heart...yea that one..he has a girlfriend..how did i find out...facebook status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he sent me an email saying he missed me...which i did not reply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God help me...i am past the hurt but sometimes it still stings...kinda like pulling off a bandaid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news....Banky W's new album is the truth! a friend sent me some songs and ive been jamming since....since NAIJABB refused to buy it for me lol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also in the new year i will Endeavor to tweet on http://twitter.com/unwrittenbabe more often. I just can't keep up with everything yooo....Happy BOXING DAY people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s Hey Honeywell..check your email!!!! kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-3400849420891083621?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3400849420891083621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=3400849420891083621&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/3400849420891083621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/3400849420891083621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/nigerias-christmas-present.html' title='Nigeria&apos;s Christmas Present'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-3609139866463947024</id><published>2009-12-18T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:02:16.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:jEWF9_BBMyrL2M:http://www.poofcat.com/christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;first and foremost...i want to send a big knock on the head to Honeywell!!..hisss now u remember me abi....rubbish and nonsense...nonsense and ingredient. LOL you are lucky i have a forgiving heart, if not...anyi ga gba wrestling na ebe a (we will fight here). I've missed you guys...i see everybody is doing their thing on twitter....mehn i can't get into that thing, its hard enough updating my real twitter page much less my blog one, but i shall try my best to update more. Its not like anyone reads this mess anyways...sometimes i hear crickets on my page lolll...no mind me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so i have a question for you guys...do you think if a girl goes through heartbreak it is cause for her to be promiscuous. I know when i was hurting, i did some pretty stupid things because i felt betrayed but thats a story you all know. Looking at relationships nowadays, it seems like no one really stays together or someone is always cheating on the other person. Take this couple i thought was absolutely perfect till someone told me he cheats on her on the regular with different girls...like really?. Another couple together for 2 years and out of the blue he say's he needs a break...that he isn't ready to be anyone's husband. Eh hen! when u were eating the jollof rice and egusi soup you didnt know you were not ready to be a hubby...what nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not just guys tho...girls do stupid things in relationships too but guys are the worst i swear...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats why I've been telling people i am Asexual..because its not just worth it. They say you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince...i dont want to make it a habit of kissing frogs...i've done enough of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dude at my job is proving difficult, he keeps wanting to take me out and i keep making excuses...i really just want to scream..i am not interested! but that might be a bit melodramatic? plus he offered to take me to this basketball game so i might wait till after that...yes who no like better ting..i can like to enjoy the perks before i dump the guy ni. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So who all is going to Naija this xmas...i know i am not...hisss and i know enough berra parties in Lagos..you guys should have fun for me too oo. Sometimes i get into moods where i miss Nigeria soo much i just want to cry. I get so bored of yankee life sometimes...but then i remember that somewhere in the world..someone less fortunate would love to be in my shoes so i just put up and shut up. Wetin man go do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sha im glad my blog boyfriend is back in action...Naija bad boi...you haven't been on his page already please get on it http://playernummer1.blogspot.com/ . He's such a sweetheart too..sometimes he just makes my heart flutter...."bats eyelashes..".. even though babes are constantly chasing him and i dont like to share oo!! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have ample gist for you guys soon...got some events this weekend to attend..so you guy already know....so get ready sha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe Christmas is next week..I feel like I'm not into Christmas like i was in my younger years...back in the day I used to be so excited about christmass...decorating..waiting for my christmaas dress and all the visits to every eatery in lagos. You might I'm not a child anymore but christmas in yankee can be so boring..first of all everyone stays in their house to watch TV (all the christmas specials, movies..charlie brown blah blah)...second..i live in a state where it never snows...so i can't even get THAT on christmas..and gifts come very rarely now...I know the true meaning behind christmas is the birth of Christ and I'm all about that. Yet Christmas used to be funnnn!..now its just Blah....I know i need to get outta this funk so I've been listening to a lot of Christmas carols lately maybe that will help. Plus whats all this Santa rubbish...please give me Father Christmas jorr..lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I want you all to have a very merry christmas...Jesus is the reason for the season so don't do all this Happy Holidays rubbish...I also want to send a request to my mommy and daddy..Mr and Mrs Olorimomunio and my Aunty Chinwendubuisi and my brother and sister and cousins and classmates at Aunty Busirat nursery and primary school ilesha...and all my blogger boos! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muah xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-3609139866463947024?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3609139866463947024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=3609139866463947024&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/3609139866463947024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/3609139866463947024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-already.html' title='Christmas already?'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-7836594402939117481</id><published>2009-12-02T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:20:56.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Working Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.taistoisoisbeau.com/blog/wp-content/2009/04/miroslava-duma_working_girl_style.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know you guys miss me....eee yah...i am going to spend all day today catching up on blogs and commenting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How was thanksgiving?..men mine was great!..too much food...enough shayooo..even got like 3 bottles of wine in the fridge..moimoi and some delish rice..my stomach was soo full...i had to go work out to feel like i was not going to explode. What did you guys do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first week of work has been great sha.. a lot of hands on application stuff and mistakes are not taken likely. Training went smooth..funny thing, the guy that was sitting next to me has been dropping hints all week that he wanted to holla. Of course babes have been looking too professionally segzy to work...ive been giving them the sweaters and stockings look and the blazer sturvs..u knwwww lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sha anyways, so yesterday old dude was looking at my phone background talking about "isnt it conceited that your picture is your background?"  i was like "uh noo cuz its MY phone"..hellller???( in madea voice lol)..anyways later on he's like " you got a boyfriend?"..im like " nope"...he's like "why not..you are too cute"...(Tell me something i don't know)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol..so I'm like i dont really want one...too much headache and heartache...do you know what this fool says..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I aint trying to hurt you...i just wanna love you"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just burst out laughing!!!!...haha...ahhhh african american boys are too funnyyy i swear...i just got up and walked out after that...hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sha there is one cutie in my class...Dreads..brown skinned..brown eyes...pink lips...mannnn very yummy sturvs...of course we were flirting back and forth. I usually don't like dreads but this guy is cuteeee tho...soo im sure there will be more gist on that later :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is this chic too that i was talking to..she just moved from New york sha so we were talking at the cafetaria about clubbing in my city and what not..so i'm like you really have to be 21 and older to enjoy nightlife here and what not..so she's like"Well im gay so i dont really have that problem"..ahhh yebariba! lol if u see the babe ehnnnn u would never guess....smh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was now checking out one of the supervisors at work saying "shes tooo cuteeee! mmm i want some of that"...eeeeyama! how can you see fine looking men and want a woman....na wa oo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my job has some cute guys tooo oo! chaiiii i can like to concentrate on work thoo...men are nothing but a distraction right now in my life. Like i always say Men are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Accessories&lt;/span&gt;...We need to get our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Outfits&lt;/span&gt; together first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny thing tho, i was walking to the bus stop the other day and i fell...im talking about taking a tumble!..chai i had to quickly look around to make sure noborri was around (including my cute neighbor that has been scoping me lol) and keep walking ...thank God i was not wearing heels..we for dey yarn another story today..then i now get on the bus and this small boy motions for me to come sit next to him...uhhh noo...I just put my ipod on and put Wale's Chillin on blast (aside: please go and buy/download Wale's Attention Deficit...its tooo mad!) lol anyways this dude actually comes to sit next to me and starts talking ...im like "Are you serious"...so i stop the music and answer his questions "whats your name..where you from...you got a man?" blah blah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, he offers to give me his number and im looking at this 19 yr old boy like..."my rep!"..so i say "i don't want it..because i am probably not going to call or text you"..so he says damn!...you are mean lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not mean ooo..just honest...whats my own?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh...Nice Anon asked about my Ghana boo..he's fine oo..we decided to just be friends till he moves here...no need doing any long distance sturvs, not realistic anyways. He's a sweetheart tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so TIGER WOODS...in all honesty he probably did cheat..but so what??..MEN CHEAT..WOMEN CHEAT...people CHEAT!..thats life mehn. He just has different standards because he is a celebrity and has been squeaky clean..simple...people should leave the man alone..this america sef...your business is everyone's bizzzz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways sha...hope everyone is having a good week...im excited cuz my show GLEE comes on tonight...i just started watching it and i love the singing...im a geek yes i know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the rest of the week guys and follow me on Twitter! www.twitter.com/unwrittenbabe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-7836594402939117481?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7836594402939117481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=7836594402939117481&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/7836594402939117481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/7836594402939117481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/12/working-girl.html' title='Working Girl'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-975912143223594229</id><published>2009-11-23T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:51:37.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yay'/><title type='text'>I'll be backkkkkk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://rlv.zcache.com/happy_first_day_greeting_card-p137880465987853738q6ay_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry my loves...its been a hectic couple of days but i promise to be back with hot gist!...i read all your blogs and even though i might not comment on all...you guys make me laugh, cry, jump, sing...lol u know sha...yall are the best..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know when you were getting ready for primary school...as in your first day or even secondary school, and you got your uniform ready and your clark sandals or joka jellies ready lol. Yet you could't sleep because you kept thinking about what you would do or even you will look good compared to everyone else..in my own case i was looking forward to the fine boys i had heard my secondary school was filled with...don't mind me...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its my official first day at my new job!!,  I am sorta excited..Wish me luck :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S shoutouts to Diary of a Naija Bad boi...also known as playernummer1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-975912143223594229?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/975912143223594229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=975912143223594229&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/975912143223594229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/975912143223594229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-be-backkkkkk.html' title='I&apos;ll be backkkkkk'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-2003699034381604397</id><published>2009-11-12T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:10:17.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housegirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naija movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='november'/><title type='text'>The year is almost oveR??</title><content type='html'>Its crazy how quickly this year went by..its November already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sha hope everyone has been well, been busy with work and everything else..seems there is a birthday celebration every week..so my weekends are constantly filled with going out for cocktails, dinner or clubbing...im tired of it sef lol..plus im going brokeeeeeeeeeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However we thank God for nice guys..i went out for a friends bday dinner and in my broke state i could only afford to eat the free bread and iced water they served...ehnnnn dont judge me...its a recession..sha there was one guy there and he had been eyeing me the whole time i walked in and was greeting people ( you know your girl is segzyyy lol). so i now sat to him..so he say's hey and we start to chat a bit..then he asked me what i was going to eat and i'm like &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;" nothing probably, i don't want to spend money&lt;/span&gt;". So i start looking at the drink menu...calculating if i can afford to buy this delicious looking mojito and he's like "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; i can get that for you if you want"&lt;/span&gt;... im like "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;awww you dont have to&lt;/span&gt;.." in my mind..."&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yay!!!! free drink! lol"..&lt;/span&gt;he's like "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;noo its cool, i want to buy it..do you want anything else...?"..&lt;/span&gt;so im like &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;" i have been craving some cheesecake"&lt;/span&gt;..lol yes i know i am greedy ...whats your own ..you would do the same!. so he was like "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; ok get what you want.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had a free mojito and cheesecake from a total stranger...haha i got it like that...i think...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow..whats new...been going through some naija blogs and noticed something about cossy orjiakor (that actress with the gigantic boobs) having sex with a dog in one naija movie called ITOHAN. So i looked it up (its on youtube just type in itohan 2) and ummm all i have to say is naija people are doing toooooo much abeg!..i mean i know she wasn't actually having sex with the dog but sheesh...and in another scene she showed entire boobage...lol...&lt;br /&gt;Then the much awaited Heart of Men movie is out on the movie websites so i watched part 1 and i could not watch anymore..like wtf?..who directs these movies..no storyline..no plot ...just dialogue and fake shooting...and if you saw the preview for the movie it was soo gen gen! All they did was use sex scenes to lure people to watch.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have anything against sex scenes in african movies..i mean its not like africans dont have sex no point acting like we are holy holy when i know we do the most..but i do have something against using sex to sell a movie that has NOOOO storyline. ..rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...i have been a youtube junkie for the past 2 weeks so i just wanted to share some videos with you guys!!...lol hope you like them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new fav. song...you naija boys know about this...:cough: David...:cough: Rocnaija lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22560%22%20height=%22340%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/hxqu0XY1PHA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/hxqu0XY1PHA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22560%22%20height=%22340%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;http://&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hxqu0XY1PHA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hxqu0XY1PHA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic Fail!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22560%22%20height=%22340%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/oq0TqqVyeaw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/oq0TqqVyeaw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22560%22%20height=%22340%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;http://&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oq0TqqVyeaw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oq0TqqVyeaw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Don't Jealous me guy is a jokerrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22560%22%20height=%22340%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/khHJc2a-M20&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/khHJc2a-M20&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22560%22%20height=%22340%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;http://&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/khHJc2a-M20&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/khHJc2a-M20&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol...let me go and do my blog rounds..its been a min...have a good weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-2003699034381604397?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2003699034381604397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=2003699034381604397&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/2003699034381604397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/2003699034381604397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/11/year-is-almost-over.html' title='The year is almost oveR??'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-1774899529987440525</id><published>2009-10-27T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T12:31:20.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primary school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innocence'/><title type='text'>The end of the Innocence..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ndebelevillage.co.za/images/sVillageKidsPlaying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past couple of weeks... i have been finding old friends from my primary school days on facebook. For those of you that went to corona or any of those aje-butter schools that might not be a big deal to you...lol but for me it is. You see the school i went to was a relatively small, private catholic school. We were known for our participating in debate competitions and all those NTA quiz shows for primary schools. Today one of my former teachers from school emailed me saying The school was celebrating its 30th anniversary and needed old students like me to send in my memories of my school years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i began to write and i realised that i truly miss those years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When everything was simple and all you had to worry about was getting home from school in time to watch TV (you know all the correct tv shows came on after 4pm like rentaghost, frank spencer, allo allo, superted, prince and the pauper and who can forget tales by moonlight on sundays!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When school was easy and the hardest test you would ever take was the Common Entrance Exam....wasn't it weird that different states had different cutoff marks...my state had one of the highest so if you scored lower than your state...you were like one olodo..lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when everything was innocent and you could walk down the street with a boy or girl holding hands and no one would think anything of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;playing ten-ten and "my mother told me...that she would buy me another dolly"...and tinko tinko till your hands and legs ached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating chocomilo and okin biscuit like there was no tomorrow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beefing your friends who had the latest clarks sandals....lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remember we used to go to LTV (Lagos television) studios every year for their christmas party for primary schools and perform....and we'll be feeling cool because we were on television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember we went to this debate/quiz competition with over 20 primary schools in lagos and my school came 4th...and when the reporter from Guardian Newspapers asked me how i felt..i was like "i dont really care that we lost...im just happy we beat Corona"..haha i used to beef that school mehn lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my bad belle did not have part 2 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those were the days of escorting your friends...they would come and visit you then you would escort them home...then they will escort you back and so on....until Clifford Oji starting eating people and fear didn't allow us to leave our house anymore...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember June 12 1993 and all the tear gas around our school as people were rioting after MKO Abiola's foiled election results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember getting ready to graduate from primary school and being sad because i knew i actually had to study in school now...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though Secondary School wasn't so bad, my school was too bunz actually except we used to beef QC girls and KC boys madly...and with good reason too...and for some reason KC boys were always trying to fight our boys...jealous things lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those were the good days..when i was innocent (at least in primary school i started spoiling in secondary school lol) and everything was simple back then...but i have to face the reality that i am an adult now...but i keep wondering when did that happen?...and how do i make it stop....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"sad face"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-1774899529987440525?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-8132216964431015935</id><published>2009-10-20T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T00:09:27.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the GIST of it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://mrsgrapevine.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/partylike2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to make this as short as possible...and yes that is Gabrielle Union...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been 3 consecutive weekends of partying, seems everyone's bday is on October lol... Naija Independence party was umm interesting, we got there super late..stood in line which i haven't done at a nigerian party in a while..when we now got to the entrance the guys that threw the party were now tripping...talking about 20 dollars to get in...is it beans?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my friend calls her "boo" who is performing at the party and tells him they are tripping saying we are not on the guestlist. Meanwhile this guy offers to pay for me to get in so i take him up on the offer and i get in ...eventually we are all in and ready to go and gongoaso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we get some guyfriends to buy us drinks at the bar and we heading to the dancefloor , ahhh naija babes can do efizzzzy oo..one girl was wearing some 6 inch heels she now fell on the dancefloor...i almost laughed but that ish looked like it hurt...but mehn that place was packed like crazy...there was no space to even move so i jejely went to go and sit down. Thats when this guy i know lets call him "BOLA" comes up...so we hug and he starts going off about how he is in love with me and how beautiful i look, im looking like what the hell so i just quietly walked away...but he followed me and kept talking so i had to get one of my guy friends to distract him while i escaped from the party....chineke me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sooo i went out for my birthday and had madddddddd fun!!...and i met someone...he seems nice, sweet, funny and kinda cute but he had on a sweatshirt, jeans with a chain and tennis shoes...which would be fine if he wasn't 27!!! so he walks me to my car after the party and tells me to call him..uhhhh yea im not doing that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh golsh..he texted me all day the next day which is another pet peeve of mine cuz i hate texting..i mean its convenient but if i am trying to get to know someone i dont want to be texting them when i could be talking to them? sheesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyways thats not happening..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on to the next one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;remember ol dude i made out with that had a girlfriend..so he texts me "what are you doing this weekend?"..im like "why, whats up?" i know i was supposed to stop all contact but dude is cool peoples so we chat from time to time..nothing nasty just small talk..so hes like "i wanna see you"...uhhhh no..so i told him i can't do that, it wouldnt be right, next thing he says he and his girlfriend broke up...which i wasn't shocked to hear, i guess he thought i would want to see him then....mscheeeewww i just told him pele but i can't mess around with him like that anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Men!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of which a friend of mine just found out her boyfriend of 3 years was cheating on her....can u imagine!, and i felt so bad when she talking bout how shes such a good girlfriend and what kind of girl would mess with a guy that was in a relationship...and im thinking "i did that"..i couldn't even console her properly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there might still be hope out there...i was chatting with a good friend of mine and he started asking me why i was still single, he then told me he could hook me up with his cousin so i am like oya who is he...i look the guy up on fb and he is foinnnnnnnnne lol...so he told his cousin to add me on facebook..and we started talking on there then he asked for my number...called me and we talked for awhile...i wasn't feeling well today and he called me to check up on me and was a total sweetheart...i send him a message saying "thanks for the calls today...you made my day&lt;br /&gt; and he responds "awww thats sweet, i guess i have to make your day everyday huh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the only thing is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE LIVES IN GHANA!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes i know lol.....can u imagine...BUT hes moving to yankee at the end of the year to join his family and funny enough they live in the same state as me..so who knows. Anyways its nice to know nice guys still exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s sorry everything is so jumbled...busy day..will make my rounds tomorrow...kiss kiss everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-8132216964431015935?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8132216964431015935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=8132216964431015935&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/8132216964431015935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/8132216964431015935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/gist-of-it.html' title='the GIST of it...'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-6670337204431612632</id><published>2009-10-15T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:10:33.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry o!</title><content type='html'>I need to blog i know!..but mehn i have been so busy from working out (dropped 2 dress sizes yay me!!) to studying for GRE's to partying lol..its been hectic mehn but i will update by monday! i still have gist from the independence parry(which i know is stale but i will still tell it! whats your own? lol) to my birthday event to my adventures of this upcoming weekend...i am too excited...so don't worry i didn't forget you guys...i even have gist about men...notice i didnt say man...men...its kinda funny really...sha everyone have a nice weekend! i shall make my rounds...mo ti miss gbogbo yin! ( i have missed everyone)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-6670337204431612632?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6670337204431612632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=6670337204431612632&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/6670337204431612632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/6670337204431612632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/sorry-o.html' title='Sorry o!'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-2054290115369048387</id><published>2009-10-04T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T00:59:55.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onlinenigeria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desmond ellio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramsey noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nollywood'/><title type='text'>Nollywood strikes gold...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.naijarules.com/photo/data/513/guilty_pleasures.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok so i like naija movies..i mean they are funny...interesting though most of the time the storylines are predictable and its just nice to watch because it reminds you of home..recently i have been watching a lot of ghanain one's too but the acting in them is so bad sometimes and they like these royalty sturvs too much...although their actors are quite yummy (Majid Michel, Van vicker,John dumelo...) lol..i digress&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i have been hearing about this movie Guilty pleasures so today i watched it on www.onlinenigeria.com and i have to say OH MY GAWD!!!...it was sooooo good..the movie was produced by Desmond Elliot( who is a great producer as well as actor) and Emem Isong who produced Reloaded ..if you have seen Reloaded...this movie is 200 times better...great storyline..no time wasting...great acting, the clothes were on point..even the normally annoying soundtrack was pretty good...its so good i am probably going to watch it again...Can you imagine??..rewatching a Naija film...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow this movie just reminds me why i love Ramsey Noah soo much...since the days of Fortunes and Megafortunes..this dude never ceases to disappoint me...i was getting scared that he was losing talent because i had seen him in a couple of lame movies but regardless he still shines through, even if there are thousand Van Vicker's (who cannot act by the way and now looks ridiculous with a shaved head?)...Ramsey's acting no get part 2 mehn!...love my boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Nse Ikpe is definitely becoming my favorite nollywood actress...the babe is too talented..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my last post was pretty harsh on Naija and its just the reality of things but at least one thing Nigeria is making headway on is movies..we are the 3rd largest producer of movies in the world...thats a huge deal...i am even surprised we are not second...i doubt hollywood makes as many movies as we do..and our actors are doing big things, Oprah just featured Genevieve on one of her shows(even though she take style abuse naija as usual) its still something sha...and now Rita Dominic was offered 1 million dollars to become Africa's face of NOKIA...thats big things mehn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its time we appreciate and support our own movies mehn...some of these actors and producers are trying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways please go and watch Guilty Pleasures ,heres a link to part one &lt;a href="http://premiumvideos.onlinenigeria.com/ad11.asp?blurb=4786"&gt;http://premiumvideos.onlinenigeria.com/ad11.asp?blurb=4786&lt;/a&gt;, its soooo sooo good, movie of the year most def..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres a link to the preview&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYOzwsjzO2c"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYOzwsjzO2c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S My gist on independence weekend is coming up...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-2054290115369048387?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2054290115369048387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=2054290115369048387&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/2054290115369048387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/2054290115369048387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/10/nollywood-strikes-gold.html' title='Nollywood strikes gold...:)'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-7183177986777057618</id><published>2009-09-30T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:49:03.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Independence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigeria'/><title type='text'>Independent and in the Dark?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.newham.com/files/p.489.img.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;October 1st 1960..a day of hope, expectations and joy. Nigeria was born and ready to take on the world, ready to be Africa's giant....a beacon of hope&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several military coups, a bloody civil war and 49 years later...how far have we come? Nigeria the Giant of Africa is merely a Giant staggering blindly in no direction. Recycled leaders continue to run our country into the ground as the rich get richer and the poor barely survive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The courageous ones who are brave enough to fight the status &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quo&lt;/span&gt; are killed with no mercy (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Giwa&lt;/span&gt;, Ken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wiwa&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MKO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Abiola&lt;/span&gt; etc..) and the others are ostracized or frustrated to the point of exile (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wole&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soyinka&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nuhu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ribadu&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Nigerians like to pride ourselves on our heritage..we claim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Naija&lt;/span&gt; until we die...we sing the songs that cause us to rep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gidi&lt;/span&gt;., we wear the t-shirts that proclaim us as "proudly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nigerian&lt;/span&gt;" , Nigerians like to be patriotic but how many of us would actually die for our country, I know i wouldn't..and why should we die for a corrupt nation in the dark..literally and figuratively, a nation where university education is constantly interrupted by workers strike, a nation where a man can commit the most heinous crimes against his fellow human but still be bestowed a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chieftancy&lt;/span&gt; title in his village because of the size of his bank account and we wonder why we were once described as the most corrupt nation in the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; for arguments sake, let us say that the world is being unfair to Nigeria, after all we cannot compare Nigeria to the United States of America, The U.S is over 200 years old and has been through its own share of struggles and hardship. So lets NOT compare Nigeria to the U.S, lets compare Nigeria to a little country called Ghana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We Nigerians love to hate on Ghana, we make fun of their accents...we call them black and shiny...the popular bag "Ghana must go" was named so after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ghanians&lt;/span&gt; were forced to leave Nigeria in the 80's due to overpopulation. However, Ghana has come a long way..since achieving independence in 1957 (only 3 yrs before Nigeria), Ghana can at least boast of constant electricity and an educational system that works...How many Nigerians do you know that go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ghanain&lt;/span&gt; Universities now? Imagine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ghanains&lt;/span&gt; went on a "Nigeria must Go&lt;br /&gt;campaign tomorrow..where would all the Nigerian students go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes,Ghana is a small country, merely 24 million people as compared to Nigeria's over 100 million people...yes Ghana is perhaps not as ethnically divided as Nigeria. However, these are not valid excuses..Nigeria has the resources and ability to be as efficient as Ghana but we are constantly weighed down by a Government that is not accountable to its citizens. Corruption is allowed to run rampant and people go on with their lives as though they are not affected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what happened to our nation..a nation that produced literary geniuses such &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Chinua&lt;/span&gt; Achebe, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Wole&lt;/span&gt; Soyinka and even more recently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Chimamanda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Adichie&lt;/span&gt;. A nation that has produced such great musical talents from the times of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Kollington&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ayinla&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Fela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kuti&lt;/span&gt;, Bobby Benson , King Sunny Ade, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Onyeka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Onwenu&lt;/span&gt; to the more recent lyrical geniuses that are M.I, Dare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Alade&lt;/span&gt;, Banky W and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Dbanj&lt;/span&gt; to name a few. A nation that is filled with endless resources but now imports more than it exports. I remember in Primary school we used to learn about Nigeria's raw materials..Tin, Coal, Limestone...there was hardly any mention of Crude Oil back then...but now Oil runs our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nigeria makes billions a year from oil exports but where does the money go?..not to the impoverished people of the Niger Delta or to the construction of better infrastructure and amenities for the society. The money goes into the pockets of the rich politicians and leaders who continue to run our beloved country into the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do we have to be proud of in our 49&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year of independence...perhaps the good works of Governors like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Babatunde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Fashola&lt;/span&gt;, Donald Duke and a handful of others who have used their official powers for good rather than corrupt purposes. So until we take our future into our own hands, until we campaign for a better Nigeria, free and fair elections and take to the streets like the young people of Iran did this past June...until we are ready to put our life on the line for our country. Nigeria will continue to be a Giant walking blindly in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Independence Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-7183177986777057618?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/7183177986777057618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=7183177986777057618&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/7183177986777057618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/7183177986777057618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/independent-and-in-dark.html' title='Independent and in the Dark?'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-6607632391059462505</id><published>2009-09-24T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:19:57.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/Sru4NiJ3hZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_2zGX_ErOMk/s1600-h/birthday_candles.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/Sru4NiJ3hZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_2zGX_ErOMk/s320/birthday_candles.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385100322097563026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms.leggy inspired this post :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my birthday is coming up and its a big one too..im gettin  old :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my earliest birthday memory is when i was 10 years old, ok let me say that was my most memorable bday because until then it was always "happy birthday unwritten, heres 50 naira...go and buy biscuit"..not that 50 naira wasnt big money then oo..i would just run to mallam and buy enough okin biscuit and minerals and be feeling like one princess...chai the things that used to satisfy us back then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my 10th birthday was nice tho, i think i was in primary 5 or 6 then..you know when its your birthday in primary school then you can wear mufty (regular clothes) or what we used to call "party dress" lol. Momsy had cooked enough jollof rice, chicken,plantain, goat meat to feed the whole school...plus enough crates of mineral from Fanta to Coke to Tandi to Limca ...ahhh enough enjoyment, that day everyone in school wanted to be my friend. When i got to school that day and the driver dropped all the stuff in my class, see as all the teachers just lined up for food...that day it was "unwritten..i didnt know it was ur byday...can i have some chicken please"?...all the food finished and i didn't even eat but it was nice to be the center of attention sha. I think till this day people still talk about that day....im such a legend...hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the only birthday i think i have truly enjoyed...since then its been ahhh just another day...plus celebrating your birthday in yankee costs a pretty penny sometimes, i remember for one of my birthday we went to this japanese hibachi restaurant (you know the ones they cook the food in front of you and the guy does all those tricks with the knife but your thinking if this knife lands on my head..wahala go dey o!)...the food was expensive eh! not to mention drinks...we now went to one jazz lounge and drank there too...i was positively broke after that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my last birthday was horrible...at first i didn't really plan anything..just wanted to chill at home and thank God...enjoy the day sha but my friends kept bugging me that we should do something and i was like no im ok...little did i know that they had planned a surprise party at this lounge for me..and told all our close mutual friends to come...so finally sha they convinced me to go out with them and have some fun...i still had no idea but just so they would free me ..we went out...tell me why on the way to the lounge...there was a huge accident..as in tractor trailer and how many cars collided...so we spent 2 hours in traffic that night, my friends cellphones kept ringing and i was wondering who they were talking to and texting...but in my mind i was like..why the hell did i decide to go out...by the time the traffic cleared it was like 12.30 and the lounge closed at 2...and it was going to take us another good hour to get there...so we decided to go home. On the way home they told me about the surprise and how sorry they were that it didnt work out...i just started crying and thinking "i should have stayed in my bed" lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we sha got home and there was a cake on the table with my name on it and some of my friends from the lounge had came to wish me a happy birthday...so it ended kind of ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this year...i am having a small get together, just me and close friends...food, music and good company should be a good time right?....let hope so :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S beginning &lt;a href="http://skinnybitchesbyforce.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ambrosia&lt;/a&gt;'s detox plan next week...i can like to be skinny biatch too...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-6607632391059462505?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/6607632391059462505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=6607632391059462505&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/6607632391059462505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/6607632391059462505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-memories.html' title='Birthday Memories'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/Sru4NiJ3hZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/_2zGX_ErOMk/s72-c/birthday_candles.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-2751233220430517229</id><published>2009-09-19T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:14:00.830-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assholeness..'/><title type='text'>The End pt 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Remember Boy no.2...the asshole from my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/decisionsdecisions.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Decisions..Decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Well here's what happened this past week....i got a message on fb..i swear i blocked the fool but who knws..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hit me up %%^ 840 6124&lt;br /&gt;Sent via Facebook Mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten September 16 at 7:45pm&lt;br /&gt;what do you want..if you have something 2 say you can say it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole September 16 at 7:46pm Report&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine.....nvm.&lt;br /&gt;Sent via Facebook Mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole September 16 at 7:51pm Report&lt;br /&gt;I was gon ask u2 cum over&lt;br /&gt;Sent via Facebook Mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten September 16 at 8:41pm&lt;br /&gt;im good where i am...maybe you didn't get what happened the last time we spoke..im done with you, whatever it is we were doing was stupid but what you did was immature and unkind, i don't want to be associated with a person who does that. So if you want a quickie or whatever i am not the one to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole September 16 at 9:18pm Report&lt;br /&gt;Whatever....i dnt need anyone bringing unneccesary stress on me.....I TOLD U THAT U WERNT NOT PREGNANT BUT U STILL BUGGING OUT I DONT NEED U ACTING ALL CRAZY......AND I WAS RIGHT!!!! so get over it and text me&lt;br /&gt;Sent via Facebook Mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten September 16 at 9:47pm&lt;br /&gt;yea ok....YOU dont need unnecessary stress?...please give me a break...leave me alone asshole, i am sure you have tons of girls that would love to do whatever with you..honestly i am not interested..like i said i am done so do us both a favor and leave me alone..i wouldn't want to bring you any unnecessary stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asshole September 16 at 9:49pm Report&lt;br /&gt;Fine&lt;br /&gt;Sent via Facebook Mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Can you imagine?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Anyone who knows a good Juju curse..let me know :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I kid I kid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;p.s The names have been adjusted appriopriately to fit the characters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-2751233220430517229?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2751233220430517229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=2751233220430517229&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/2751233220430517229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/2751233220430517229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-pt-2.html' title='The End pt 2'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-2588873471673539323</id><published>2009-09-16T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:41:06.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So after 2 months...i finally talked to Boy No.1 from my post (Decisions..Decisions..) I wanted to let it go as just a "another one bites the dust" kind of thing but i thought better of it and confronted him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: You got a haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Him: I took your advice lol, why can't you sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me:glad i was good 4 something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;      i just have 2 much goin on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;      in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Him:as always.. u always have a lot going on in ur head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;       u shd run 4 president&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me:  of nigeria perhaps...US presidents have to be born in the states. y are u up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Him: lol yeah i meant nigeria, doing some work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;k, well im gonna stare at myceiling till a semblance of sleep comes. take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=503558528" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;u going to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: not yet...im still here somewhat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=503558528" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;hw can u c ur ceiling./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;well ceiling of my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ur lights r on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;naa but i have a lava lamp on, i can at least imagine the ceiling being there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so is this like a daily routine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;when im thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=503558528" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;wat r u thinkn abt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the past 3 months..decisions ive made..good and bad, mostly bad really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tell me something as in honest truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=503558528" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ok babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;no games...did u just want to have sex with me and that was it..truthfully...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=503558528" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;wtf are u fucking kiddin me i opened up to u like no one.. and u think i just wanted to have sex wit u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im asking a question you dont have to curse, ok so you did..and then what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=503558528" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i have so many problems babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i did the same..figuratively and literally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=503558528" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im: I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; hoped u were d one but i think i messed it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;we all have problems..you cant take them all on your own..i wanted to be there 4 u , i wanted nothing,but you messed it up...you messed me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=503558528" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;babe.. why do you think u r messed up i am d one who is all screwed up u r d one who is fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;u dont know i feel like i cant trust anymore and i want to hate you but i cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;y? i understand how u feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yea well you were right about one thing...you do push people away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i do babe , i believe you are one of d few pple i have admitted i have problems to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;its not enough tho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=503558528" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;admitting is not enuff, i'm tryna to fix my problems now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i'm trying to get closer to God,cos i dunno wat else to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i am sorry babe.. i didnt want to hurt u more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yea well too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=503558528" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;its neva too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i think it is..i guess its true that a girl never forgets her first..funny enough u were my first everything..first kiss..first..well i hope things work out for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=503558528" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;well i guess i deserve all d problems i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i am fucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i am so sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;please forgive me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 6px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 6px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=503558528" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;please dnt go, i am calling you right now..pick up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: I can't talk to you right now...i have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Him: Please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me: Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And this is how a heart breaks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-2588873471673539323?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/2588873471673539323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=2588873471673539323&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/2588873471673539323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/2588873471673539323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/09/end.html' title='The End..'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-5472597797141193918</id><published>2009-08-29T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:19:26.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sluts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>simply romantically challenged or a Slut?</title><content type='html'>I get home, after beating myself up the whole ride&lt;div&gt;"What am i doing kissing a boy with a girlfriend??" i know better...right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He doesn't call or text me...at least not till 3am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"im sorry about yesterday...can we talk..ill call u"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gash, i thought this was over like we could just forget it ever happened..i guess i wasn't getting off that easy, i also got another text from Mocha's friend that i used to date "Shadow"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"hey stranger"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why me?..why is he texting me... so i text back "Whats up?"...he says "Nothing just thinking bout you so i wanted to say hey..you good?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have a soft spot for Shadow but i ignore the second text, sometimes you have to let sleeping dogs lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mocha calls me in the morning "Let me come over..i just want to talk"..its a bad idea but i let him come anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we sit there and i look at him..this fine specimen of a man...brown skin...brown hazel eyes..curly hair. I start to think why am i tempting myself like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Unwritten...maybe we can work something out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Like what....im not a sideline ho, contrary to what you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I know and i dont mean that, its just that i really like you, i mean whats not to like...i wish things were different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Yea well they are not....soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you can say Wole Soyinka...he's kissing me again...i push against his chest but my resolve breaks and we go at it, kissing and my body is on fire..what can i say body no be wood..dont judge me...but i find a way to stop it because i realise something, if i let this go on i will be the one that gets hurt..not him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Why are we stopping..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Because you are going home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Unwritten kile le yi (what is this), come on..we are just fooling around..no one has to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Well i would know..its time for u to go home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Alright if thats what you want...i'll leave..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gives me those puppy dog eyes but im not looking...i refuse to be drawn back into the abyss, the Devil is a liar..so he leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another text&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"i just got home....i miss you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"thats cool...take care"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"so its like that huh?...ok ooo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"you know what the situation is...don't patronize me i already feel bad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"ok ok..pele ma binu (sorry don't be mad)..alright i agree we need to stop, i wont say i dont have feelings for you cuz i do, the situation just isn't right...can we still be friends tho?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"Aight..friends it is...just friends ooo...sho gbo (u hear)?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"lol yea..later then luv"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mocha calls me everyday...he texts me everyday too but i think he knows its not happening, i try to keep it cordial and we haven't hung out since so i figure things are back to normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if he's going to tell his girl, probably not...thats one thing on my conscience now, i am just glad it didnt get too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What kind of person would i be if i had sex with Shadow's friend who has a girl?, funny enough Shadow and I never really got physical but there is still the principle you know, the morals have to come in somewhere and i think between losing my virginity and realising that most men are dogs...my morals are slipping. That has to change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even thinking back to before i lost it, i wasn't a holy holy babe i just had restrictions...you know now...No BJ no this no that,i haven't been in a relationship for a while so i have done a lot of dating within the past 2 years, some good guys...1 great guy...some absolute buffoons that made me want to get a lobotomy for being so stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with the number of guys i have been physically involved with (sex excluded) even when i was a virgin, i would consider myself a tad bit slutty. I blogged earlier about Rolex whom i knew i would never be with relationship wise but used just for satisfying myself when conji was catching babes...so does that make me a slut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or am i just searching for something..but secretly hoping it will find me instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*off point but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL JACKSON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a friend of mine had this on their profile, so i had to steal it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 14px;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I remember how Mike taught me my Abc's and 123's. He taught me to Shake My Body Down to the Ground. And how he confided in me how he loves a PYT. Or how he had to keep his love In the Closet. I Remember the Time he thrilled me with Thriller or how he proved to me he was Bad. Oh how he pleaded for us to realize that Billie Jean was not his lover, and to see who Dirty Diana really was; not to mention how he pointed out the era of the Smooth Criminal. Saying they only 'Wanna be Starting Something'. But soon enough Mike had everyone contemplating the Man in the Mirror and Human Nature. Even going as far as to say 'They Don't Care About Us' but 'You Are Not Alone'. But of all the things Mike taught or said to me the one I hold dear to my heart is when he asked me 'Will you Be There' and when I replied 'Yes' he said 'I'll be there' and I knew he would be forever. No words can described what we've lost, but I can say that you are missed. I love you, Michael Joseph Jackson, and you will forever be in my heart. RIP and Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5499030755962991589-5472597797141193918?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5472597797141193918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=5472597797141193918&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/5472597797141193918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/5472597797141193918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-we-simply-romantically-challenged.html' title='simply romantically challenged or a Slut?'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-3821853072937069280</id><published>2009-08-27T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:38:44.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asexuality?'/><title type='text'>Maybe all men are a drug. Sometimes they bring you down and sometimes, like now, they get you so high</title><content type='html'>t started out so innocently, just a visit between friends,chatting, laughing...playing video games,listening to wande coal..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"baby girl you got me going bananas....bananas.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;He's right..you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;What?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You got me going bananas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;oooo you've started dude..i thought we were gonna just chill as friends, dont do this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I know but i cant help the way i feel...your right here...your gorgeous..i like you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He comes closer,brushing my cheek..i try to get up but he takes my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Why?? you obviously dont listen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;dont act like you dont want this either..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is ...he was right..i wanted him, what was i thinking hanging out with him again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He touched my lips...i was stuck...he kissed me and i let him, i started to kiss him back...i couldn't help it, i felt like i had floated outside my body and was looking down at myself...he pulled me into his arms and kept going...kissing my neck..running his fingers through my hair..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Your skin is so soft...and your lips...mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was on fire..literally...i wanted him to stop but at the same time i wanted him to keep going, we had already crossed the line, might as well keep going right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He tried to pullmy dress over my head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Stop..No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Ok..oK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He started to kiss me again and I melted..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did he learn to kiss like this...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He led to the bedroom and his hands were everywhere...i held on as he explored my mouth as if his life depended on it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You taste soo good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has to stop..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Stop...stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;You know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Look i know what you are going to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;do you?..you have a girlfriend..we shouldnt be doing this...i feel terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Don't ...its my fault, i started it...but please we cant stop...i want you soo bad please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am not havin sex with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get up and walk back to the living room...he follows me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Im sorry...Please look at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;We shouldnt have done that...I have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;No...please stay...please..I promise ill stop..we'll just chill...Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Why are you doing this?..Have you cheated on her before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;No...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So why now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I dont know...i know i like you a lot...and i am confused, whos to know what shes doing wherever she is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;So you are assuming she is cheating too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I dont know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Yea...im leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Please wait...wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grab the door handle and he takes my hand and makes me look at him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Don't go...I just want to hold you...nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im melting again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone rings....its his girl...i know because his phone says her name...i feel used and dirty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Answer your phone...Thats my cue to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Wait..wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drive off before he has the chance to stop me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-3821853072937069280?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/3821853072937069280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=3821853072937069280&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/3821853072937069280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/3821853072937069280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-all-men-are-drug-sometimes-they.html' title='Maybe all men are a drug. Sometimes they bring you down and sometimes, like now, they get you so high'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-5257080282132241415</id><published>2009-08-22T23:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:37:56.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghosts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Ghosts of Relationships past?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/SpDis-ZQSrI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MzNsbwHElP8/s1600-h/BLOGPIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/SpDis-ZQSrI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MzNsbwHElP8/s320/BLOGPIC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373043617744046770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a relationship dies do we ever really give up the ghost or are we forever haunted by the spirits of relationships past?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having a conversation with a girlfriend of mine, we were talking about how different dating is now from back in day, in our parents time, you would date like 2 or 3 people and next thing, you find your soulmate, settle down and have 2 to 3 kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays by the time you are 28 or so..you have probably dated about 4-12 people or even had sex with as many people. First of all you cake..then you start talking, then dating..if you keeps going well, you are in a relationship, if not well you start the process all over..It makes me wonder how easily we give our hearts and bodies away and for what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i am not perfect, i have had my share of guys and i started early too( i had my first kiss when i was 12, call me ashewo let me slap you! lol), and 10 years later i have talked to as many guys as i can count on both my hands from the ones i thought were perfect for me to the one i thought was just someone to pass time with (not to mention cell phone minutes lol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing is when you talk/date/are intimate with so many guys/girls, how much more difficult is it to move on, do we ever COMPLETELY move on from a relationship? and where do those feelings go when the relationship is over, do they just disappear?..No one can tell me that they haven't thought about their ex or compared their ex to their current companion (mmmm...Bisi would know not to put too much pepper in my stew) or (Ugo used to buy me a dozen roses just because..). If you are like me, you usually date the same kind of guys/girls in my case then sometimes it feels like your dating the same person over and over, perhaps thats not such a good thing...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soo how does one get rid of these ghosts..or can we completely get rid of them, or do we need the ghosts to push us to find someone better...perhaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s sorry i haven't been regular, its been a bit hectic..have a good week :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-5257080282132241415?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/5257080282132241415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=5257080282132241415&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/5257080282132241415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/5257080282132241415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/ghosts-of-relationships-past.html' title='Ghosts of Relationships past?'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/SpDis-ZQSrI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MzNsbwHElP8/s72-c/BLOGPIC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-8579904670450852257</id><published>2009-08-12T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T18:31:22.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendly.'/><title type='text'>I was just being friendly..</title><content type='html'>This past week has been quite calm, now that i am done with school at least before i go back for my masters, been spending my days job searching, window shopping, and catching up on my reading. I finally finished Khaled Housenni's the "KiteRunner" which is a phenomenal book, i haven't cried at the end of a book in a while ..but i was bawling..."dont judge me...lol"..Also read this chick lit "Chasing Harry Winston" which was decent enough...now im on to my second Housseini book "A Thousand Splendid Suns"..cant hardly wait.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in other news..so i went to walmart a like a week ago to get a new flat iron so im walking to my car and this guy beeps his horn at me... i turn around and he winds his window and is like "hey hold on a second, let me park...please"....im like uuhhhhhh.....so he parks and walks over...of course i get in my car with the doors locked...ignition on..ready to drive off if he pulls something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Random guy": "in very thick accent" Hello...how are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: i am fine...uhhh can i help you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Random guy: Yea i was wondering did you ever live in New york...Queens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Uhhh no...ive been there but never actually lived there...why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Random guy: oh ok you look like this jamaican girl i knew back there...cuz so many west indians...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;" everything else is gibberish...i was sweating in the 90 degree weather and ready to go home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: ok thats nice..well...see you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Random guy: oh ok well where are you from?...like originally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: "in my mind...whats your own?"...Nigeria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Random guy: aaahhh ok your my sister...im from Liberia...your my sister.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;"uhhhh no im not"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: oh ok...welll its nice meeting you i have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Random guy: yes yes...well maybe we can go out to dinner sometime...like tonight or something....not as a relationship but just friends...u know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Ummm...i dont know about hat but we'll see i guess...i really have to go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Random guy: aight  can i get your number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: "Damn...my phone is in my lap so i can tell my usual lie of i left it at home and i know he will call me...chai"...uhhh sure...999-999-9999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Random guy: Alright let me call...ok i got ur number..so ill see you later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Ehn ok.bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh...warris dis??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i get home and this guy no waste time to text me..."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hello Unwritten..i was so amazed by your beauty and elegance today, i am highly gracious to have met you, i hope you have a good night..."&lt;/span&gt; oh lawd...this is why you dont give your number to strangers...the next morning this guy text me again "Good morning, im sure you are as beautiful as ever...have a good day and please call me back"...this guy called me 3 times back to back..i fear mehn..anyways...at some point in his insistent calling i sha told him to stop calling me because i am not interested point blank,i added that my imaginery boyfriend does not like it...for good measure lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i am in this asexual phase where all i am doing is focusing on renewing my relationship with Baba God, working on me and trying to be productive you know, but it seems everywhere i turn something or someone is trying to break my resolve...its like dang...free me na!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another instance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..This guy i used to talk to about 2 years ago(those of you who read my old blog his name was Shadow on there) ...well his ex roomate whom ive never met but talked to on the phone a couple of times when Shadow and i were dating..  (Lets call him Mocha lol) moved to my city so we've been texting and stuff just being friendly and all...the guy has a babe and they seem happy so i am not one to break up a happy home. Anyways so we make plans to hang out today and we meet up in the city sha...he staring at me all intensely and stuff so im like "What?"...hes like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"you've got some pretty eyes mehn...so this is the babe that my guy was crazy about"&lt;/span&gt;...see me see another wahala who send me to come...so he's holding my hand and we start walking around...he puts his arm around me and i feel slightly weird because i am mentally telling myself "this guy has babe..this guy has a babe"..until he puts his hand down but then he grabs my hand and we are basically walking holding hands...which would be romantic except he has a girlfriend so its slightly weird...anyways we sit down at this restaurant and he makes me sit next to him and we talk for about an hour about his girlfriend and some random stuff then he starts tickling and i am trying to push him away then he kisses my cheek and brushes my hair back...uhhhhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we talk for a bit more and then he drives me to my car, he says "im guessing ill see you soon" im like "yea sure thats cool"...once im home he texts me "Those eyes"...im thinking...ohhh nooo what have i done??..so i text back "free my eyes jo"...he texts me again "and those lips too"...see me see wahala..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tell my friend about it and shes like "mmmm see u huzband snatcher!!"...but me i didnt do anything oo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its when i want to become asexual...these people want to fall my hand, i am just being friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-8579904670450852257?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8579904670450852257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=8579904670450852257&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/8579904670450852257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/8579904670450852257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-was-just-being-friendly.html' title='I was just being friendly..'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-7569424102422520293</id><published>2009-07-30T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:29:41.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Lead me not into Temptation...i can find the way there myself apparently...</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the words everyone, i guess you can say i have come to a turning point in my life. All i know is that everything happens for a reason and i for sure have learned my lesson. Life is funny when you think something will never happen to you but it does and all that judgemental ish goes out of the window. Oh some of you were wondering if i still talk to Guy No. 1...barely, we are still friends and he claims to care for me but i think he's got what he wanted so i am not as intriguing as i used to be...naturally...oh well.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, i got a call yesterday that reminded me how confusing and utterly stupid guys can be sometimes.. i have a guy friend who i have known for close to 3 years now, we are pretty good friends and have always had this raw physical attraction to each other, he was sort of my go-to guy when i needed attention (as far making out and stuff but nothing more) but he would always complain about how i give him "blue balls"...and all that...my response "you'll be ok"....lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways i haven't talked to him in about a month and a half..i had seen somewhere that he had a girlfriend but when i asked him about it, he would say no so i took his word for it you know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So im hanging out with my roomate..girl talk and all that and he calls me at about 1.30am, first of all im like "why is this one calling me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i answer...lets call him Mr. Rolex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Yellz (as par Jenifa lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr. Rolex: Hey baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr. Rolex: ah han...Unwritten..why are u doing this now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Seriously...who is this...i dont know this number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr. Rolex: ok ok im sorry now, i should have called you...its been crazy you dont know what i have been going through..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Whats my own....*hiss*...so why are u calling me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr.Rolex: ive missed you now..my beautiful Unwritten...how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Im good..whats up with you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr. Rolex: Not much ooo..just coming from a party...on my way to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Really...whys that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr.Rolex: i miss u now...can i come?...plsss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;See me see wahala..i wont even form and say i dont want him to come, but now that ive lost my virginity its so much easier for me to let him get what he wants and Lord knows after the stuff i have been through....i know better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Well my roomate (?) is here so we can all hang out...so sure why not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr.Rolex: noo i just want to hang with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: mmm i dont know about all that ....im a good girl now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr.Rolex: haha yea right...when i now come, you'll jump my bones and right before i want to eat the apple you'll now start saying the apple isnt ripe or the apple is not ready...you know how you do now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;LOL..this boy is a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: Well you called me...sooo thats your own problem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mr.Rolex: Ok ok...let me not even tempt myself cuz i have been celibate for 3 months..i need to stay that way...but i do miss you baby..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im thinking doesnt this boy have a girlfriend??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we talk about random stuff for another 15 mins then he tells me he has to go cuz he has a headache and has been drinking...he calls me his wife and says he'll call me tomorrow and he thinks its time he met my momsy to introduce himself...im just like okkkk....he hangs up with "Unwritten, the love of my life goodnight"...im like goodnight...huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see wahala..i wont say i dont like the boy but hes confusing...the last time i saw him was at a mutual friends wedding party and he was all over me like white on rice telling everyone(and there were people there his girlfriends knows) we were going to get married next and all that and i am thinking if he has a girlfriend would he be doing all this?..Even the groom (who is like his best friend) was like you all would make such a cute couple and was giving me looks like "so its you he has been talking about" ...so i am confused...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then again...there is a recent picture of him with babe with a caption "oko ati iyawo"...so obviously...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roomate has this logic that all guys have a girl who they put on pedestal and that even though he might have a girlfriend i am still that girl that he has never gotten so there is still that interest like "i am the untouched babe he is going to end up with":...whatever it is i dont want to be chasing someone else's man..lia lia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very ok...but gosh men are confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s ive decided to not go private yet....ill let you know when i do..Have a great weekend everyone, i know i will :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-7569424102422520293?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-8485803064313714903</id><published>2009-07-23T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:30:20.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions...Decisions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Guy No. 1.&lt;/div&gt;We hadn't seen each other in 6 years, long time right?&lt;div&gt;We were together for a year a long time ago...we were young and did not really know what we were doing. When he told me was moving to the states for school, i was happy and apprehensive, i knew i still had some feelings for him but time changes people and i was not too sure how it would turn out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fast forward 2 months later, we began "dating" if thats what you call reacquinting yourself with someone who you had strong feelings for, we promised to see each other soon and discover if the feelings were expressed so frequently and easily over the phone were actually there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He bought me a plane ticket to come see him, 5 days..just he and I, the excitement was building up..i did not know what to expect...but i went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The feeling i got seeing him at the airport was indescribable, it was like i was a little girl all over again. He kissed me and told me i was just as beautiful as ever if not more. He stared at me as we drove to his place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Me: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guy No.1: You are so gorgeous...how are u so gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Me: Stop jo...your so silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Guy No.1: I have missed you so much...i can't believe its really you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Me: I have missed you too...more than you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to his place...holding hands the whole time, he showed me around and we ended up in his room..naturally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead, then my eyes, my nose...my lips. So soft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things happened..Not everything but things happened. This was Saturday Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday Night, we had just ate dinner, and started watching TV..he turned it off and we went into the bedroom to listen to music..one thing led to another..we were kissing again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bra off, Jeans off...Everything off. and it happened, i lost it the one thing i had held on to for so long...the thing i dangled in the face of so many guys i messed around with, the thing i said they couldn't have...my proverbial "cherry" was popped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried, i dont really know why but i cried, shaking and laying there...he held me and told me it would be ok. He kissed my tears and told me to stop...he held me till i fell asleep. That was the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy No.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;When are we going to chill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I dont know, i thought you said i play too many games.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;you do...but i still wanna see you babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;Well thats up to you, you know where i live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Aight soo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;you know what i am going to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;i already told you, its not happening..you can come over..and chill, we'll watch a movie but thats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;Fine..ill see you in a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He kissed me softly, it was bad but i felt so good...my mind was going crazy "&lt;i&gt;why am i doing this&lt;/i&gt;?"...but  i didnt stop him...he knew what he was doing...he'd done it plenty of times. I was just another girl..i knew that but i let him go on, i let him be my 2nd...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;it was over before it began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;What had i become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My period was late by 1 week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scared does not describe what i felt..i was at a loss...what if? what if?..i couldn't even think or say it. I was nauseous...tired...and constantly waiting..hoping it would come...praying ..&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;It cant be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told the two people i trusted the most, my best friend growing up and my best guyfriend right now. She told me to calm down that i was fine..perhaps just stressed.. i couldnt even tell her i had been with 2 guys in such a short time. I felt dirty. He told me to get tested, that i would be ok and he was here for me whatever it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told Guy No.1...he said the same thing "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;you are fine, nothing is wrong but you can go tested to prove it....i am here for you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to tell Guy No.2...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"Go take a test"&lt;/span&gt; he said..."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;you are not pregnant"...the next day he texted me "i dont really care what the results are...don't contact me again..Bye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say i was surprised...I took a test..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the word Negative never sounded so good...I cried and thanked God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My period came 2 days later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think God was trying to tell me something....now i know better, all i ask now is that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;He order my steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*edit* i will be going private soon to allow more honesty on my part, if you would like to be invited to my blog please email me at unwrittenbabe@gmail.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5499030755962991589-8485803064313714903?l=unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/feeds/8485803064313714903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5499030755962991589&amp;postID=8485803064313714903&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/8485803064313714903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5499030755962991589/posts/default/8485803064313714903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unwrittenbabe.blogspot.com/2009/07/decisionsdecisions.html' title='Decisions...Decisions..'/><author><name>uNWrItten*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671759325237665759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yTuRveDL0_w/S1i0bqX1API/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fqNa7fkDjl0/S220/marilyn-monroe+800x600.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5499030755962991589.post-6456165852363700774</id><published>2009-07-21T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:10:58.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So its a fresh start of sorts...i am entering a new phase in my life and hopefully changes will begin to take place. 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