<?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-10925448</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:06:06.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth as Silk</title><subtitle type='html'>I won't bite unless you want me to!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-112181988489952787</id><published>2005-07-19T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:38:04.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Me and B. jay are seperated. I didn't cheat but it is still bad. I confessed to her cause that's the kind of guy I am. She is really pissed at me and right now she dosn't want to talk. So I am a wreak. I am in some deep shit. I just got in troble by B. jay. I ain't gon tell the whole story hear now until I feel comfortable but like I said I am in some deep shit. I went out and almost did something bad. So to yall who think we had a perfect realtionship we don't. Were just like everyone else. We just try to make it look good.  And this may sound out of lace but Females' forgiveness is not soft. There is no such thing as a big mistake and a little mistake. Just because your boyfriend messes up don't mean that you have to bump him. Were all human and we all make mistakes. Just because you go back to your girls and they say bump him don't mean you have to listen to a word they say. If you think you have some thing with him than do what you need to do. And also don't think that you got the perfect boyfriend cause end the end were all the same. And to my fellas ydon't think your girlfriend is perfect either cause just like she all over your dick, what makes you think she ain't out at those parties shaken her ass on them other fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-112181988489952787?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/112181988489952787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=112181988489952787' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/112181988489952787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/112181988489952787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/07/now-what.html' title='Now What!?'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-112117654054598021</id><published>2005-07-12T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T06:55:40.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back From Vegas!</title><content type='html'>Man that trip was ba bomb. I went everywhere. We gambled, partied and did everything. It really is sin city. I went to the Grand Canon. If you ever get the chance to go you better cause it is a site. It's huge! I also went to the hoover damn! It was fun to. I visited alot of hotels there. We went to the Plams casino , The MGM Grand hotel, and others.   The hotel we stayed in is called Circus Circus. It was a circus/hotel/casino/amusment park/mall all in one. It was a big hotel. I had a ball. I did alittle gambling on the slots. That was fun. I only won like 12 dollars but, Hey money is money.  I saw Gladis Knight there to. I also saw Young Buck. He was lame. What a looser.  Oh! I also meat Tyson Beckfort for the second time when I went to the photo shoot. If any of you don't know who he is, he is a super modle. If you ever seen the Brittany spears video "Toxic" she is riding on the motorcycle with him.  He's a pretty cool guy. By the way the photo shoot went good. I did loose the 11lbs so..... But don't worry it came right back when I went to the cheesecake factory. Well I ain't going to go on much longer so chill..  Everybody have a fun but safe summer. Make that money. And to those who care B. Jay said hi! Yeah we still together. (lol) year number 5 Nothing but love yall....stay up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-112117654054598021?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/112117654054598021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=112117654054598021' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/112117654054598021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/112117654054598021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back-from-vegas.html' title='I&apos;m Back From Vegas!'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111989338219627652</id><published>2005-06-27T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:29:42.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Is Here!!!</title><content type='html'>What's up yall! I know it's been a long time since I blogged but that's alright. My summer is going well. I got two jobs, so I am staying busy. If I don't call some of yall it's because I am tried or gon somewhere. So what's really good. Holla at me!!! On the for real I can't wait til school start back up. It's kind of boring. Well at least for me. Yeah for those who want to know B. Jay is cool. We still holden it together. If yall want we can get together and do some stuff. Just let me and matt know. For the dudes: Have anyone called yall cell phone talkin about some stuff? That's all I am going to say cause if they are calling your phone than you would know what I am talking about. Let me know!!! Well I aint got nothin else to say but be safe and chill out. Stay up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111989338219627652?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111989338219627652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111989338219627652' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111989338219627652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111989338219627652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer-is-here.html' title='Summer Is Here!!!'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111567003371081029</id><published>2005-05-09T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:20:33.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dayz</title><content type='html'>This weekend I had lots of fun. I went to a conference up at lake Erie. It was me, Danielle, Davaughn, and Nastaica and Dr. Mott. It was fun and free. We stayed at a big fancy hotel. It had a indoor and outdoor pool. After we put all our stuff in the rooms we walked down to the lake. It was so big. It streched out as far as the eye could see. It was brutyfuless! Then we went to eat. We ate all you can eat. Then we went to the spa and relaxed for like 2 hours. Then went took a shower and then sat in front of the fire place and talked. OHHHHH! Isn't that romantic!! But it was cool. Then everybody went to sleep. I stayed up and played my sega. That's right! SEGA! I played all those old games: Sonic, Street Fighter, Mortal Konbat, and Streets of Rage. It was cool. Then I went to sleep. The next day we had to stay in conferences all day. It was not borning cause we got to eat snacks and stuff while in there so it was cool. I enjoyed it and I know everyone else did too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111567003371081029?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111567003371081029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111567003371081029' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111567003371081029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111567003371081029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-dayz.html' title='Happy Dayz'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111490947395298023</id><published>2005-04-30T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T18:04:33.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Feeling Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;What up yall. I feel real good cause of last night's dance. First I got to say we had a blast. Everything was the bomb. Overall there was about 212 people there. Alot of people took pictures using Danielle's background. People bought snacks. There was no fight's or arguments.(thank god). Every one seemed like they were having a good time. The teachers were cool about letting us dance the way we wanted to. They were not all up in our grill like the last dance. I got to see some old friends and meet new people. The D.J was cool as well. I just want to thank all the teachers and people who helped put this together. I want to thank Christaan, Stac, Mrs. Berry and Mr. Harrison for there support and faith in me to get this job don. I also want to thank Mr. Frank and Danielle E. for the backdrop and the pictures. Also the parents for helping out. The rest of students government for there ideas and support. And last my girlfriend BJay, for helping me keep focus when this job was getting on my nerves. Hope everyone enjoyed the spring dance and the next dance will be better than the last one. Holla................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111490947395298023?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111490947395298023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111490947395298023' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111490947395298023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111490947395298023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-feeling-good.html' title='I&apos;m Feeling Good!'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111454162902107385</id><published>2005-04-26T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T11:53:49.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back and Pissed!</title><content type='html'>O'k. yall this is the whole situation, I leave and go to new york and come back and all hell brakes lose. Apparently some people in student government swished some of the dates around for ticket sales and I am here to set the record strate. Tickets will be sold all week til Thursday. Then on Friday you can buy as many as you want to. Everybody is like a lot of people have not bought tickets? Yes they have!!! This dance is going to be off the hook. We got the same D.J as we did at the last dance and he was da bomb so don't worry about that. It don't matter what you hear from other people. I am the minister of entertainment so I decide what go's down. Period! Don't get me wrong their are people who can over rule me which is Nastacia and Christaan and that is it. No teacher or anyone else has the power to tell me other wise. So there you go.......Get those tickets while you can. Don't wait til the last minute. Were only selling 200.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111454162902107385?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111454162902107385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111454162902107385' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111454162902107385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111454162902107385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back-and-pissed.html' title='I&apos;m Back and Pissed!'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111325148282055013</id><published>2005-04-11T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:31:22.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York: Where it's At</title><content type='html'>For yall who don't know,I am going to new york next week. It's going to be fun. This will be my second time goning. Last year we went and it was really fun. I loved it. This year I am kind of sad because everybody who is going is not people I usually talk to like that. But I am going to make the best out of the siutation. It really does not matter cause I am taking my cam quater with , so it will be like everybody is with me. Edwin said that we are going to have a whole day to shop so I am am going to buy some stuff. Don't worry for all my catz  at home, I will hook yall up with a little somethin' somethin'.  Holla if ya hear me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111325148282055013?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111325148282055013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111325148282055013' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111325148282055013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111325148282055013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-york-where-its-at.html' title='New York: Where it&apos;s At'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111274704834345601</id><published>2005-04-05T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:24:08.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One Of Those Dayz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;What's up yall. I just had to write today. Today is Apr.5. I think today was the best day I had so far this year. Today I was in a good mood. I basiclly was friendly to everyone. Everyone seemed happy today. The sun was out and the wind was blowing. I had money too. Today was the warmest day so far. I wear shorts to school and my Bearcats shrit which is the bomb. I went to Cold Stone and had a whole lot of ice cream. Then I came home and had one of the best conversations with my girl. Overall just the good weather the ice cream and the long talk I had with my gir was the best part. Today just seemed just right. I'm gald days like today don't come that often. It makes you appreicate them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111274704834345601?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111274704834345601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111274704834345601' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111274704834345601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111274704834345601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-one-of-those-dayz.html' title='Just One Of Those Dayz'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111232117370396294</id><published>2005-03-31T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T18:06:13.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;As I look back over my life and I think thing all over, I have come to realize how blessed I really am. I am blessed to be alive and well. Through the years I am happy that I have not been really sick. I  have not lost any of my close family. That is truly a blessing. I thank god for giving me the oppertunity to come to DECA and meet all the wonderful people I have. I am also thankful to all the help and support of my friends and family gave me through the good and the bad's of DECA (cause we all know it's been alot of that). And most of all I thank god for bringing B. Jay to me. Cause with out her, their wouldn't be a meaning to succeed.  With out her I wouldn't be reaching for a brighter future, I would just be hoping for one. In writing this post I hoped it encouraged yall to look over your life and see where god has brough you from. Give him thanks. He deserve's it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111232117370396294?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111232117370396294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111232117370396294' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111232117370396294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111232117370396294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/03/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111206147037581425</id><published>2005-03-28T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T17:57:50.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Them Good Old Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I finally got out of the house. Me, my brother, Nastacia, and Danielle E. went to the movies to see Ring 2. It was fun. I was not scared but stac was. She was jumping and yelling. Danielle was scared to but not like stac. I was was alittle scared to at times but it was all good. It took long enough for me to get out of the house. But it was worth the wait. We had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111206147037581425?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111206147037581425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111206147037581425' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111206147037581425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111206147037581425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/03/them-good-old-times.html' title='Them Good Old Times'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111161055549335493</id><published>2005-03-23T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T12:42:35.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Well my spring break has been......well restful I guess. I have been playing video games, watching movies, and eating junk food. It's kind of boring because I ain't got no good movies to watch. And I already aet all my junk food.  I want to go see the Ring 2 but there is no fun in going by yourself on the weekdays! I finished all my driving stuff today so now I can get my own car and stuff. I guess that's something. What is all yall doing? I know I ain't got nothing to do but clean out my room and do house work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111161055549335493?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111161055549335493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111161055549335493' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111161055549335493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111161055549335493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111135212232067034</id><published>2005-03-20T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T12:55:22.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Annie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;If yall don't know my girl B. Jay was the star (Annie) in the play "yo annie" at C-dub this weekend. If anyone went to see it you would have seen how beauiful she looked and sounded. I was so happy for her at the end of the play when everyone clapped for her. I saw the play 2 time. I taped it to on video. I just want to say how proud I am of her. And I want to say how beautiful she looked up there! I love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111135212232067034?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111135212232067034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111135212232067034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111135212232067034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111135212232067034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/03/yo-annie.html' title='Yo Annie!'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111111296786567963</id><published>2005-03-17T21:31:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T06:31:52.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Top Of The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Some maybe even most of yall may not understand this poem but that's alright. I want to dedicate it to my life and love Jessica a.k.a B. Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know it but sometimes I go to a hill,that over looks the landscape's mask of the city light's, for a sip of momentary grace. On this brink of eveything I know, I can gain an eye full of the lost atlantis in the human soul.&lt;br /&gt;And a breath that fills my lungs with the air between to stars.&lt;br /&gt;If you were now to capture the image of this elation, in the frame work of your mind, or find transcendence through these words, then at most you would know nothing of the beauty your existence throws to me. For a mind is a love no experience, no measure, no words could ever degrade into reality by virtue of degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet yall didn't think I can write that deep.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;throug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111111296786567963?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111111296786567963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111111296786567963' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111111296786567963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111111296786567963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-top-of-world.html' title='On Top Of The World'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111075820395336685</id><published>2005-03-13T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T15:56:43.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Right now I am to the point of fustration. I don't usally don't get angry but right now I am just very stressed and irritable. Lately I have been working very hard to get through this gateway and it has been rough getting my percentage up. I don't really think that my teachers reconize how tough it has been for me. Even after school I have to go to work and then I have to go to wrestling practice. I try to push my self to do the best I can at both of those because I want to become better at what I do. When I get home after both work and practice I have to go to my driving lessons with is nerve wreaking. Then I have to uphold my postion as Minister Of Entertainment and get some events set up at the school. So I try to do the best I can with the time I have. When all of that is done then I have to do homework and house hold things. Plus my relationship is not headed in the right direction and right now I really don't care to comment on that because it will only piss me off. So basically I am not here to complaine I just feel overwhelmed with my life and I just...........I just want to kick somebody's a**! So if I seem alittle bit out of it, I'm O.K I'm just dealing with some issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111075820395336685?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111075820395336685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111075820395336685' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111075820395336685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111075820395336685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/03/time-out.html' title='Time Out!'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111042155712941897</id><published>2005-03-09T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:25:57.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Settings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;I have really been thinking about this very hard. I'ts been on my mind for a long time. Who does a relationship truly depend on. I mean really. Everyone would say "it depends on both the male and female" but is that really true? When you are with someone do you expect that person to keep the relationship together. It may be hard for yall to understand but level with me! Who keeps the relationship going. Do you expect the male to make sure that the relationship runns smoothly? Everytime you go to the movies do you expect the male to pay for the movie?(keep it real) What if you and your mate have been together for a while, would the female pay? Is there a such think as a 50/50 relationship? Or do you think that both should give 100% each. Do the females expect the male's to call them every night or do they feel as if they should call the male as much as he call's them? If the male is calling the female, paying for movies and other date's, keeping the relationship tight, and being there for thier girl, what is she putting in the relationship? There is more I want to say but I ain't gon bore yall to death. Remember we are all adult's here, so no games! Keep it real!   And don't be all up in my realtionship because this is not about my relationship. It's about yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111042155712941897?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111042155712941897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111042155712941897' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111042155712941897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111042155712941897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/03/relationship-settings.html' title='Relationship Settings'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-111022883523393493</id><published>2005-03-07T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T12:56:41.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liven Life Like I'ts Golden</title><content type='html'>Recent events has changed my life for the better. I realized that life isn't a fashion show or a contest to see who is the most popular but life is all about gods test for us. People don't realized that all of the things we go through is just a test. I have learned that I am not here to impress anyone except god. And that's no easy take. I also realized how life is a blessing. God did not have to put me in Dayton to meet all the wonderful people I have. I could be dead. God could take life away with the blink of an eye. That's why we should live life to the fullest. Don't let anyone try to bring you down. If your waiting on someone STOP and go get that person. You don't have all the time in the world. Life is way to short to hold grudges against people. God said forgive. You may not want to but it's the right thing to do. I'm just being a realist right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-111022883523393493?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/111022883523393493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=111022883523393493' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111022883523393493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/111022883523393493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/03/liven-life-like-its-golden.html' title='Liven Life Like I&apos;ts Golden'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-110990658410276503</id><published>2005-03-03T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T19:23:04.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Looking</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Some people spend there entire life listening to people tell them that they will find there mate later on in life. When is later? Is there a certain time in life when your suppose to find your soul mate? Some people find there lover early in life, some at the other end of life. Who is that someone? Why do we search for that someone? Is it so we can began our life's journey together, or are we just searching for answers for the future. Why are we suppose to find our mate later in life? I have been thinking long and hard about this and it still remains unsolved. Why are some people lucky enough to find there mate so early in life and why are some people so unlucky. Just some thought's that I had.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-110990658410276503?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/110990658410276503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=110990658410276503' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110990658410276503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110990658410276503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/03/forever-looking.html' title='Forever Looking'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-110955017685091595</id><published>2005-02-27T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T16:28:03.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The One I Love</title><content type='html'>Have yall ever did something that you wish you could take back or redue? Well I just had one of those moments. I really yelled that my girlfriend for something that she didn't do. It wasn't really that big a deal I just made it that way. She didn't deserve that, not after all she has done for me. She's helped me through some of the rough times in my life. She was the one who made me feel better about stress at school. She was the one who was hard on me when I needed it. She had done so much in my life that I just can't explain and I repay her by yelling at her for not calling me. It's a wonder she didn't brake up with me. So this is to that special girl in my life. The one I dream about, the one I work so hard for,the one I can't live without. I am very sorry for what I did and I love you very much baby............&lt;br /&gt;To B.Jay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-110955017685091595?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/110955017685091595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=110955017685091595' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110955017685091595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110955017685091595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/02/for-one-i-love.html' title='For The One I Love'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-110929695914835876</id><published>2005-02-24T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T18:02:39.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Til The End! Or Really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Do we really know our best friends are! Really! I mean what would happen if you were in trouble? Would your best friend be there to stand by your side? Would they cover for you if you needed it. Would they be there when you just need to talk. Really!? Everybody may be saying that" yeah my friend would, he/she would help me with whatever". I know some people may think they have a true best friend but in the end they have a foe! Would your best friend bump you for another group of people? Stop being your friend for a boy or girlfriend? Would your best friend lie to you? I'm keepin it real! We don't always know are so called best friends are. Sometimes best friends are our greatest enemy. You may think this don't apply to you but you never know. Sometimes we don't know who are true friends are until something bad happens. Sometimes we don't know who are best friends are until it's to late. So what I am sayin is,Who can you really trust! Who can you call a true friend.................Holla if you hear me......you don't gotta give names, but keep it real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-110929695914835876?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/110929695914835876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=110929695914835876' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110929695914835876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110929695914835876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/02/friends-til-end-or-really.html' title='Friends Til The End! Or Really!'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-110909487216407189</id><published>2005-02-22T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T09:54:32.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Got Snacks</title><content type='html'>I like big girls and I can not lie,&lt;br /&gt;Even if there big and wide.&lt;br /&gt;Swope and swagden cheesy,&lt;br /&gt;You know that meat is greasy.&lt;br /&gt;Scoopen up chips and hot wings,&lt;br /&gt;Rubbin’ on cookies and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Lovin’ on burgers and fries,&lt;br /&gt;Feedin’ those big old thighs.&lt;br /&gt;O baby I wanna get with ya cause your pants don’t fit ya,&lt;br /&gt;My homeboys tried to warn me,&lt;br /&gt;With that gut you got make me so h****.&lt;br /&gt;OHH—to much pork skin,&lt;br /&gt;Yo butt can’t fit in my Benz.&lt;br /&gt;Smelly, Gelly feed that big old Belly.&lt;br /&gt;I seen her huffin’ eating on cookies and muffins,&lt;br /&gt;She stuffed so Strut,&lt;br /&gt;She shaped like a Semi truck.&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of magazines sayin’ you&lt;br /&gt;Always gotta be lean,&lt;br /&gt;But to put a big girl in a good mood&lt;br /&gt;You gotta have some food&lt;br /&gt;And layin’ on yo back and you’ve think you got it made&lt;br /&gt;Neck so thick she could eat a brick&lt;br /&gt;If its made by Frito lay&lt;br /&gt;Baby Got Snacks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-110909487216407189?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/110909487216407189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=110909487216407189' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110909487216407189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110909487216407189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/02/baby-got-snacks_110909487216407189.html' title='Baby Got Snacks'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-110895889417326546</id><published>2005-02-20T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:08:14.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Everytime I hear a girl talkin, she always got to be talkin about how she want the perfect guy. Well I got news, their is no perfect man, just like their is no perfect female. Everybody makes mistakes and everyone don't have every single qualities that you are looking. But that ain't what I am tryin to say. What I am tryin to say is what do women want. Really! Some always talkin about they want this or that guy when half the time the perfect person is right infront of them. They so bizzy tryin to find the cutiest when the best thing they ever had is standing right in front of them. So that's what I want to know. Why is it such a big game with women. I know all yall gon start yellin at me sayin men do the same thing, but we don't hind it. Yall (women) even know if someone is going out with you just because of the way you look so Let a brotha know....holla if you here me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-110895889417326546?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/110895889417326546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=110895889417326546' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110895889417326546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110895889417326546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-do-you-want.html' title='What Do You Want?'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-110886998149091899</id><published>2005-02-19T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:26:21.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When They Gon Let You Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Don't yall just hate when your parents just won't let you do what you wanna do. Half the time they use that lame excuse "I am donig this for your own good".  I hate that.  I just wish that for once they just let us do what we want. I mean I am not saying that they just let us run lose and forget about us, That is how we got all those crack heads now. I'm just saying they need to let us find our own way. Let us make our own decisions. I mean I am 16 yaers old and soon I will be living on my own. Parents need to be preparing me for to leave the house and teaching me how to take care of myself not trying to make sure I eat all the veggies. Now let me know, am I right or wrong......holla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-110886998149091899?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/110886998149091899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=110886998149091899' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110886998149091899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110886998149091899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-they-gon-let-you-go.html' title='When They Gon Let You Go!'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-110878560461158635</id><published>2005-02-18T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T20:00:04.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Do you really believe that true love can be found at youth? I mean everybody always sayin you ain't in love mostly adults. I hate that. I do cause I found it! I am 16 years old and I have been with my girlfriend for four and a half years and I am just now really realizing that I am truly in love. I mean I said it in the past that I loved her and yeah I did mean it. But I am just now noticing that I love this girl. Everytime finish a school paper or some work in class, I always think will that help brighten the future for me and her. I think to myself all the time will we be together for ever? You damn skippy we gon be together for ever. This my wify! But really......Could this be possible..... Could I have found the girl of my dreams this early in life? Let me know!&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me don't assume anyone cause you know what they say......&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-110878560461158635?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/110878560461158635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=110878560461158635' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110878560461158635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110878560461158635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/02/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10925448.post-110877548710612558</id><published>2005-02-18T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T17:11:27.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown Man not a Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look here! I ain't got time to be playin with somebody else's kids so don't try me. All children out there playin just no this ain't no play ground. This is where the big doggs hang and if you don't like it.....step! Tricks are for kids and I'm not one of them. For all my people who like to talk **** you are dismissed also! Don't let me have to say it again. So lets do what we do and don't let me have to say it again.....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10925448-110877548710612558?l=smoothbrotha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/feeds/110877548710612558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10925448&amp;postID=110877548710612558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110877548710612558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10925448/posts/default/110877548710612558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smoothbrotha.blogspot.com/2005/02/grown-man-not-child.html' title='Grown Man not a Child'/><author><name>smoothbrotha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10637025498796357612</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://naturalgrace.twisted-nails.net/sheen5050.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
