<?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-6303464466976526936</id><updated>2012-02-29T04:33:35.678+01:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='catering'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='sad'/><category term='raindrops'/><category term='venting'/><category term='bags'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='books'/><category term='likes'/><category term='kidney'/><category term='fab things'/><category term='boys'/><category term='art'/><category term='♥'/><category term='goodbyes'/><category term='hair'/><category term='rants. personal'/><category term='sun glasses'/><category term='test'/><category term='incident'/><category term='leaving'/><category term='summer'/><category term='job'/><category term='push'/><category term='girls'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='tears'/><category term='april fools day'/><category term='breast cancer'/><category term='lies'/><category term='anger'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='illustrations'/><category term='bad times'/><category term='living'/><category term='mother'/><category term='drawings'/><category term='chattering'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='2011/2012'/><category term='cries'/><category term='roses'/><category term='notes'/><category term='deola sagoe'/><category term='story'/><category term='chanel iman'/><category term='choice'/><category term='true stories'/><category term='arise fashion show'/><category term='camera'/><category term='arise magazine'/><category term='models'/><category term='outfits'/><category term='rants'/><category term='humour'/><category term='ankara'/><category term='heart'/><category term='clutches'/><category term='designs'/><category term='happy new year'/><category term='Nigeria'/><category term='style'/><category term='deceit'/><category term='africa'/><category term='Life'/><category term='wishes'/><category term='people'/><category term='fire'/><category term='obsessions'/><category term='ict'/><category term='pain'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='vals'/><category term='modeling'/><category term='love'/><category term='tales'/><category term='Blogger after dark'/><category term='anti-love'/><category term='bloggers'/><category term='fashion illustration'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='fabulous'/><category term='nancye sims'/><category term='quote'/><category term='african fashion'/><category term='change'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='hayden williams'/><category term='tumblr'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='moods'/><category term='hope'/><category term='poems(kinda)'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='free writing. Sharing'/><category term='swimwear'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='photoshoot'/><category term='writings'/><category term='kiss'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='head'/><category term='leggins'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='designers'/><category term='fabulous trouve'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='friends'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='rated x'/><category term='african'/><category term='me'/><category term='jumpsuits'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='fashion show'/><category term='photography'/><category term='random'/><category term='sad situations'/><category term='ASSU'/><category term='music'/><category term='lateness'/><category term='bored'/><category term='vals day'/><category term='pranks'/><category term='bikini'/><category term='parents'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='arise 2011'/><category term='makeup'/><category term='blah'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='crazy about'/><category term='royal wedding'/><category term='strangers'/><category term='wedding gown'/><category term='louboutin'/><category term='fiction'/><title type='text'>The Girl In The Black Dress</title><subtitle type='html'>Going through life, Getting older... what i see and encounter,the crazy, sweet and not so good times. Tales, stories and some personal experiences..

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I don't rily mind how many !♥ :*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-8690751348172137967</id><published>2012-02-29T03:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T03:51:31.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Fire!  NO, dont call the fire service!</title><content type='html'>If you ever see a fire man, i implore that you throw your shoe at him.. and your bag..and every rock hard object you find around you. thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Listen to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_WuUbVJ0go/T02J_xoEUUI/AAAAAAAABZY/LWVgIE0VHCw/s1600/housfire.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_WuUbVJ0go/T02J_xoEUUI/AAAAAAAABZY/LWVgIE0VHCw/s1600/housfire.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;neighbor's&amp;nbsp;house was on fire one day, they&amp;nbsp;weren't&amp;nbsp;around, probably gone off for the holidays. it took a while for people to know that there was a fire building up. Once the fire was noticed, the fire service was called..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 20mins,&lt;br /&gt;The fire service still&amp;nbsp;hadn't&amp;nbsp;shown up. We&amp;nbsp;hurriedly&amp;nbsp;called again, assuming that maybe, just maybe they had gotten the address wrong. we called and slowly spelt out the address again so that they dint get it mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;"we'd be there soon sir. thank you" &amp;nbsp;Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we waited and waited, staring at the burning house like a hypnotized crowd in a magicians show, as the flames rose and spread, swaying and dancing with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45minutes later, the fire service had still not arrived! the fire was done with the first house, and had moved on to the second house, it had destroyed it half way when the loud annoying sound of the fire truck was heard in a distance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally arrived, their Leader came apologizing, saying they were trying to get fuel and that was why they wasted a lot of time... WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That incident forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to class on monday, when a Cab caught fire. the cab driver ran out&amp;nbsp;immediately, and every other person close to the cab backed off. Once again.. :| the fire service was called. As expected, they dint turn up till after the cab had burned to ashes and had blown up.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, their office is located two stone throws away from where the incident&amp;nbsp;occurred...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What excuse would they have to give now???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-8690751348172137967?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/8690751348172137967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/02/fire-no-dont-call-fire-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8690751348172137967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8690751348172137967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/02/fire-no-dont-call-fire-service.html' title='Fire!  NO, dont call the fire service!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_WuUbVJ0go/T02J_xoEUUI/AAAAAAAABZY/LWVgIE0VHCw/s72-c/housfire.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-6679882288917261289</id><published>2012-02-29T02:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T02:32:36.194+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free writing. Sharing'/><title type='text'>The day the Pumpkin appeared on the chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ0dz92DTjk/T01_E8568OI/AAAAAAAABY8/KP4pxY987hM/s1600/0067916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ0dz92DTjk/T01_E8568OI/AAAAAAAABY8/KP4pxY987hM/s400/0067916.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the day the pumpkin appeared on the chair, i looked around to be sure i wasn't in an illusion of a dream because i remember vividly i had sat in that chair up until bed time! so the last thing that was in it was my ass. I groped myself to be sure my ass was really behind me and hadn't somehow turned into the pumpkin i now eyed suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;Had i somehow lost track and all form of recollection suddenly eluding me, i stared at the pumpkin trying to make sense of it. The longer i stared, with intensity my mind began to drift. I remembered just how last night i sat in that chair brooding over my life, failing to remind myself of some of the words i had chosen to live by "To regret nothing", "To move the hell on when not needed in very apparent circumstances" but somehow i was regretting that moment, dwelling in it even. I didn't need anyone to tell me how crazy i was being! I was fully aware of the ridiculousness of what i was trying to make into a plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mad i let someone go... How are you mad at yourself for finally accomplishing something it takes some a whole life time to achieve. I was stuck with the idea that my soul mate was in a man who didn't want to be with me and i was mad at myself for letting him leave me for a woman with a beard! Wait can you hear me? Do you understand right now how insane it is for me to feel the BULLSHIT i am feeling? Yet i cannot stop myself. I somehow concocted in my head it was my job to lead him away from the bearded lady, after all it was my fault he ran into her arms in the first place! Although this is really not true but just go with my moment of insecurity would you?. I am sad and distraught because after several years i sit here brooding over this situation i had gotten over. I must have really lost my mind because my mind is back in my kitchen and i slap myself back into reality I am really not in love with my soul mate who is now betrothed with a bearded lady Heck No! My soul mate is in bed soundly asleep while im standing bare foot in my kitchen trying to understand how the pumpkin appeared on the chair!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;****&lt;br /&gt;Saw this on a friends' &lt;a href="http://alteredtoredefine.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, liked it and thought to share.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-6679882288917261289?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/6679882288917261289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-pumpkin-appeared-on-chair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6679882288917261289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6679882288917261289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-pumpkin-appeared-on-chair.html' title='The day the Pumpkin appeared on the chair'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zQ0dz92DTjk/T01_E8568OI/AAAAAAAABY8/KP4pxY987hM/s72-c/0067916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-4516410365076302535</id><published>2012-02-27T08:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T06:54:00.897+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><title type='text'>Zaron Campus Lookbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="uiInfoTable profileInfoTable noBorder" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 10px; text-align: left; width: 483px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="data" style="padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukKqu0f81fI/T0sqIUAxWtI/AAAAAAAABYU/xlIbO6SuEIQ/s1600/395334_375075405839044_308318155848103_1494741_1311678825_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukKqu0f81fI/T0sqIUAxWtI/AAAAAAAABYU/xlIbO6SuEIQ/s1600/395334_375075405839044_308318155848103_1494741_1311678825_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="data_field" style="line-height: 15px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="data_field" style="line-height: 15px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="data_field" style="width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Laaaadies! Bloggers! Readers! and friends!.. Zaron (A makeup and hair brand) would be starting a mega Competition consisting of participants from the three Universities in Lagos Nigeria; University Of Lagos, Yaba tech and Lagos State University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participating students get to post their pictures on Zaron FB page, 30 girls would be selected' That is 10 girls from each university. Finally, 10 girls would be picked in no particular order of school. The winner gets to go home with an Ipad, while the remaining 9 gets goody bags from Zaron, and also a free Photo-shoot Session. The pictures would be posted on Zaron's fb page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; *****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;How To Participate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step 1 - Like their&amp;nbsp;Facebook&amp;nbsp;Page&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ZaronHairandMakeup" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/ZaronHairandMakeup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and follow them on twitter&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/zaronintl" target="_blank"&gt;http://twitter.com/zaronintl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step 2- Upload a close up Picture of yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step 3- The best 30 girls (the semi finalists) would be selected, i.e 10 from each of the three campuses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step 4- Voting. Contestants would get people to vote for them. This voting is what would help shortlist the Top 10 girls from the 30 semi finalists.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;*The girl with the highest vote gets an ipad.&lt;br /&gt;*All the Top 10 would get a Glam photoshoot which would be featured in the campus lookbook&lt;br /&gt;*The highest voter gets a blackberry phone.&lt;br /&gt;*The remaining 9&amp;nbsp;would&amp;nbsp;also get goody bags from zaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;To support or be a part of this move i implore that you use their facebook profile picture (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ZaronHairandMakeup" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/ZaronHairandMakeup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) as you profile picture. You could also share it on your Blog... Help spread the word!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more INFO, Call 01-4545472 or Make use of the comment Box.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-4516410365076302535?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/4516410365076302535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/02/zaron-campus-lookbook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4516410365076302535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4516410365076302535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/02/zaron-campus-lookbook.html' title='Zaron Campus Lookbook'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ukKqu0f81fI/T0sqIUAxWtI/AAAAAAAABYU/xlIbO6SuEIQ/s72-c/395334_375075405839044_308318155848103_1494741_1311678825_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-1670316762555525202</id><published>2012-02-27T08:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T08:36:09.885+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeup'/><title type='text'>ZARON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2xLpR56ZOY/T0srnQumXAI/AAAAAAAABYc/5o5EHhHIcMo/s1600/gffg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2xLpR56ZOY/T0srnQumXAI/AAAAAAAABYc/5o5EHhHIcMo/s400/gffg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zaron is a hair and makeup brand dedicated to the enhancement of the well being and quality of lives of all people through the development, marketing, distribution and sale of quality lifestyle products. The brand was conceived in Leeds, United Kingdom in 2010 and began operations in Lagos Nigeria in September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="data_field" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; text-align: left; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="data_field" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; text-align: left; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUkHw8Vu_rk/T0sr38DQw3I/AAAAAAAABYk/xy-BLxezwN8/s1600/50478_308318155848103_1519827982_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zUkHw8Vu_rk/T0sr38DQw3I/AAAAAAAABYk/xy-BLxezwN8/s400/50478_308318155848103_1519827982_n.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="data_field" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; text-align: left; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_4f4b256b6b7ca5c71235913" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Zaron brand trades under the names of Zaron International Limited, Zaron Cosmetics Limited and Zaron Hair Products Limited. Together we develop and promote our own brand of lifestyle products, manufactured to international standards and customized to different environmental conditions and for people of color. Our products are conceived and manufactured in an environmentally sustainable manner to offer consistency, quality, value and style to users in ways that accentuate physical beauty, engender inner satisfaction and self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get more info on Products: Hair or Make up, to be a Distributor or Franchise, Visit Their page here ----&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ZaronHairandMakeup" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Zaron Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Address: 9 Alhaji Kanike Close Off Awolowo Road (Opposite Bachaeus Nite Club) Ikoyi, Lagos, Lagos, Nigeria 0234&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-1670316762555525202?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/1670316762555525202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/02/zaron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1670316762555525202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1670316762555525202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/02/zaron.html' title='ZARON'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l2xLpR56ZOY/T0srnQumXAI/AAAAAAAABYc/5o5EHhHIcMo/s72-c/gffg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-4233283973732243586</id><published>2012-01-30T22:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:13:37.689+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion illustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ict'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASSU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modeling'/><title type='text'>Get Busy Now!</title><content type='html'>I'm losing my mind!. in fact, a lot of people are. Never, i repeat NEVER have i wanted to resume school so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, ASUU who are the reason why we're at home, is sitting somewhere prolly sipping kegs of palm wine while we rot at home..Yes! i'm rotting here. i mean, what occupation have i not been forced to take on since this strike confined us to the four walls of our houses? i have been made a secretary,house girl, typist, if i had perfected my driving skills, being a driver would have been added to that list. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah i know, staying at home is fun. Free food, light, large soft bed with air conditioner, everybody chillin... BUT then, it has gotten too much and i don't want again! let me go to school and sleep in heat with mosquitoes, let me drink garri i don't care :|. All i want is to leave this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;lt;------------- That was a week ago. I have now given up and accepted my faith, i'm stuck in this place till further notice :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyssss, Like everyone must have thought up, some have even used it as a joke saying; ASUU has declared that students delve into other occupations like sewing or&amp;nbsp;carpentry as they were not ready to call off the strike. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As loud as we laugh sha, this is not a funny matter and its true. It is better to&amp;nbsp;utilize&amp;nbsp;one's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, in the boring confinement of my home, I have drawn up a mini list of possible short term 'co curricular' and Skillful activities you could keep your self busy with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also for those who are presently not working or&amp;nbsp;schooling and need a place to pass time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, I'm also going to post addresses or website links of places so you could go check them out yourself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sewing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3136UzRAEBA/TybcSnn5OkI/AAAAAAAABXI/FanTy3JOx1k/s1600/sewingmachineanimated.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3136UzRAEBA/TybcSnn5OkI/AAAAAAAABXI/FanTy3JOx1k/s1600/sewingmachineanimated.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in learning how to sew, design or fashion illustrate. I have a wonderful place where that can be achieved. They have a strict instructor and are very professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;Nobel Afrik Fashion school,&lt;br /&gt;Maryland buisness plaza, maryland. Ikeja Lagos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Visit this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lovetosew.com/fashiondesign.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to Sew&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Learn-to-Sew-1/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Catering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRGoPzw4I8o/TybhukcXnSI/AAAAAAAABXQ/mlHoe-ppCbY/s1600/090305-234142-478001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sRGoPzw4I8o/TybhukcXnSI/AAAAAAAABXQ/mlHoe-ppCbY/s1600/090305-234142-478001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to bake, make assorted desserts and all round kitchen skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address: Cake Foundation, Ikeja, Lagos&lt;br /&gt;1, Opebi Road&lt;br /&gt;(L): 01-8957233&lt;br /&gt;(M): 08037121405&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caterers, Confectionary, Cooking Schools, Caterers, Confectionary, Cooking Schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v4KADRDmRwY/TybpjsdsmqI/AAAAAAAABXg/LqsS3AIgq1M/s1600/guitar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v4KADRDmRwY/TybpjsdsmqI/AAAAAAAABXg/LqsS3AIgq1M/s320/guitar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to improve your vocal skills? or learn to play musical instruments? this is the place for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address: Emerald high school&lt;br /&gt;8/10 olawale daodu st. ifako gbagada, Lagos, Nigeria&lt;br /&gt;Telephone: 08080554445&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VSj1ewA2HK0/Tybt16qFYfI/AAAAAAAABXo/FR_Q3Nt9Q3I/s1600/woman_teacher_in_a_classroom_at_the_blackboard_with_a_pointer_0521-1005-1515-3822_SMU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VSj1ewA2HK0/Tybt16qFYfI/AAAAAAAABXo/FR_Q3Nt9Q3I/s320/woman_teacher_in_a_classroom_at_the_blackboard_with_a_pointer_0521-1005-1515-3822_SMU.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that having knowledge of other languages is definitely a huge plus anywhere you find yourself. Learn to speak spanish, french and other foreign languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I dont quite remember the address, but i can describe it and you sure wont miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located around yaba lagos, its close to jibowu junction just before the chicken republic which is being renovated. if you have issues, ask around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Make up, hair and skin care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZca4trSntY/TybnqVT2BeI/AAAAAAAABXY/W7DwnTIQm7E/s1600/_makeup+samples.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QZca4trSntY/TybnqVT2BeI/AAAAAAAABXY/W7DwnTIQm7E/s320/_makeup+samples.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up, hair and skin care, All three courses taken in one place.&lt;br /&gt;Address:&lt;br /&gt;ZARON 19, Alahji Kanike Street opp Bacchus night club. off Awolowo road. ikoyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9t6v2BP7tQ/Tyb0H3QMh6I/AAAAAAAABX4/M3JzE9zCVBM/s1600/t2i_586x186+%25281%2529.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="101" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t9t6v2BP7tQ/Tyb0H3QMh6I/AAAAAAAABX4/M3JzE9zCVBM/s320/t2i_586x186+%25281%2529.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;--- That's my dream camera right there :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn basic and advanced photography skills. Improve your knowledge on what you already know. Visit;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address: Workshop; details to be posted later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this site too&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.askedu.net/training.asp?Course=Photography&amp;amp;Location=Lagos"&gt;http://www.askedu.net/training.asp?Course=Photography&amp;amp;Location=Lagos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.elophoto.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GaAPrw1FDk/TycDu6PqZxI/AAAAAAAABYA/e-K39z5MpP0/s1600/womanpainting_long.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GaAPrw1FDk/TycDu6PqZxI/AAAAAAAABYA/e-K39z5MpP0/s320/womanpainting_long.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing and&amp;nbsp;Painting, well administered&amp;nbsp;classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: To go to the website,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mdperrot.com/?gclid=COGd_vzO-K0CFUYLtAodGAsKuQ" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Modeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8sicFLj647M/TybwieVKHZI/AAAAAAAABXw/G_qkbbDjOac/s1600/Fashion_Illustration-Spring_2011-Adam-Monique_Lhuillier-Brooke_Hagel-Fabulous_Doodles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8sicFLj647M/TybwieVKHZI/AAAAAAAABXw/G_qkbbDjOac/s320/Fashion_Illustration-Spring_2011-Adam-Monique_Lhuillier-Brooke_Hagel-Fabulous_Doodles.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an opportunity for an exclusive training by seasoned and high profile professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrite Modeling school, 38 Oyewole street illupeju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courses: wardrobe and styling&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;High Fashion and runway modeling&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;photography&amp;nbsp;posing skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) ICT&lt;br /&gt;For computer or systems training, search for NIIT or new horizon branches around your area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this may not be a proper proper post, i'm sure it would help some people. &amp;nbsp;If you have any issues or you have questions, you can post in the comment box or email&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="mailto:iambellaboo2@yahoo.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get your asses off your beds and get to work! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank me later. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-4233283973732243586?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/4233283973732243586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/01/get-busy-now.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4233283973732243586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4233283973732243586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/01/get-busy-now.html' title='Get Busy Now!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3136UzRAEBA/TybcSnn5OkI/AAAAAAAABXI/FanTy3JOx1k/s72-c/sewingmachineanimated.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-8748409702987514458</id><published>2012-01-26T07:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T07:12:11.973+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='african fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabulous'/><title type='text'>Look what I Found ^_^</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon a blog through one of the bloggers i follow, i liked it and went through nearly all the posts. Wonderful blog! check it out &lt;a href="http://www.forstylesake.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;Basically, One blog led to another, and i found a whole lot of amazing pictures i fell in like with x_x. Oh well, As you may/may not know, i love pictures...a lot and fashion too, So here are a couple of the pictures i found. Feed your eyes! mmwwuah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCdFPJifIIM/TyDPIRe7n5I/AAAAAAAABSg/EOS1rkuHGm0/s1600/IMG_1965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCdFPJifIIM/TyDPIRe7n5I/AAAAAAAABSg/EOS1rkuHGm0/s400/IMG_1965.JPG" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sholly(i think) x_x &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILLOdgbwrm4/TyDPE8tTuOI/AAAAAAAABSQ/TlxA5gyWK3s/s1600/IMG_1076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ILLOdgbwrm4/TyDPE8tTuOI/AAAAAAAABSQ/TlxA5gyWK3s/s400/IMG_1076.JPG" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESjy02mm86k/TyDrkeEHOUI/AAAAAAAABWc/37-PJ2j7mj8/s1600/IMG_1081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESjy02mm86k/TyDrkeEHOUI/AAAAAAAABWc/37-PJ2j7mj8/s400/IMG_1081.JPG" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;like the shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGLflcJYdzg/TyDPA2D6c6I/AAAAAAAABSA/ZMy4Gm5YU2Q/s1600/creeper+3+%2528karen%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGLflcJYdzg/TyDPA2D6c6I/AAAAAAAABSA/ZMy4Gm5YU2Q/s400/creeper+3+%2528karen%2529.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmWqWBkO_3Y/TyDPDX_2W7I/AAAAAAAABSI/oK8V3YlqGXg/s1600/IMG_0786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MmWqWBkO_3Y/TyDPDX_2W7I/AAAAAAAABSI/oK8V3YlqGXg/s400/IMG_0786.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(a designers' piece from MTN LFDW)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are from for style sake blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsGRxVR8U2w/TyDO_BdyDCI/AAAAAAAABR4/Do26agWkaq8/s1600/1443223_tumblr_lp270dWKTB1qabohlo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsGRxVR8U2w/TyDO_BdyDCI/AAAAAAAABR4/Do26agWkaq8/s400/1443223_tumblr_lp270dWKTB1qabohlo1_500.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RkGPPkF3kB4/TyDO7kNzh3I/AAAAAAAABRo/fOZZSbK_RyM/s1600/254229_10150329005116321_680566320_9829884_4160272_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RkGPPkF3kB4/TyDO7kNzh3I/AAAAAAAABRo/fOZZSbK_RyM/s400/254229_10150329005116321_680566320_9829884_4160272_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OlU7Df5Kovk/TyDO6WoYnmI/AAAAAAAABRg/K_pE12bTxZc/s1600/tumblr_lruc6qyOOo1qasnrqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OlU7Df5Kovk/TyDO6WoYnmI/AAAAAAAABRg/K_pE12bTxZc/s400/tumblr_lruc6qyOOo1qasnrqo1_500.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P9twYOcgJn4/TyDO9U3tELI/AAAAAAAABRw/at1QyXFmu4A/s1600/1134777_4d7a77faeddc6c21ad0041ea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P9twYOcgJn4/TyDO9U3tELI/AAAAAAAABRw/at1QyXFmu4A/s400/1134777_4d7a77faeddc6c21ad0041ea.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;she-is-king.tumblr.com. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J0FbwreY6i8/TyDiZY6TbBI/AAAAAAAABUc/xsu3FKiNcdI/s1600/tumblr_lv70ht4KM31r1a5u1o1_r1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J0FbwreY6i8/TyDiZY6TbBI/AAAAAAAABUc/xsu3FKiNcdI/s400/tumblr_lv70ht4KM31r1a5u1o1_r1_500.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Zubaida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUO6ut1uQs4/TyDpRFuRHvI/AAAAAAAABVU/kDv5lPlxxlc/s1600/tumblr_lxv64zxUiF1qjfsubo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUO6ut1uQs4/TyDpRFuRHvI/AAAAAAAABVU/kDv5lPlxxlc/s400/tumblr_lxv64zxUiF1qjfsubo1_500.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My oh my..talk about Currrveees.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Its Already 7am and i still haven't slept. (u care). &amp;nbsp;Tho this post was solely done from the mere need to blog, i do hope you like the pictures. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-8748409702987514458?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/8748409702987514458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-what-i-found.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8748409702987514458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8748409702987514458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/01/look-what-i-found.html' title='Look what I Found ^_^'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCdFPJifIIM/TyDPIRe7n5I/AAAAAAAABSg/EOS1rkuHGm0/s72-c/IMG_1965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-3043327629803659998</id><published>2012-01-07T00:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:29:31.877+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>Nigerian Parents</title><content type='html'>Lmao, i was on you tube and stumbled  across this video about nigerian parents. Haha! you've got to watch this, its so true!&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/d8dMerIU_k4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8dMerIU_k4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d8dMerIU_k4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-3043327629803659998?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/3043327629803659998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/01/nigerian-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3043327629803659998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3043327629803659998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2012/01/nigerian-parents.html' title='Nigerian Parents'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-3195049980283082258</id><published>2011-12-31T22:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:55:32.398+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011/2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>As tradition requires :)</title><content type='html'>Its a few hours to New year, everyone's all excited and shii. I wonder what all the buzz is about tho :s I mean, its just another sunday just in a different year. Right? ¯\..(•͡.̮ •͡ )../¯ Everybody's making new resolutions that many will not keep. "New year, new me"... Balls* :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, As much as this is a nite of celebration, its also a nite of reflection. Let us take time to reflect on the past year and thank God for being with us all tru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like at the end of every event/occasion/ceremony.... A vote of thanks; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to God, for keepin me, my family and friends throughout 2011. For seeing us tru our trials and helping us overcome. Also for bringing us to see the end of this.....year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my parents, for being the loving people they've always been. Though strict, they still set me in the right path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends and fam for being there, and for making this year  funny, hilarious, annoying,crazy,sweet and everything that it has been..luv u all mmmmmwwwwuuuah! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, In the course of our celebration, let us all send out a *feverent* prayer to God. To save our country Nigeria from terrorist and bring peace and prosperity to our nation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All said and done, Happy New year in Advance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*back to cross over service* ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-3195049980283082258?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/3195049980283082258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-tradition-requires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3195049980283082258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3195049980283082258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-tradition-requires.html' title='As tradition requires :)'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-848183161245056192</id><published>2011-12-31T00:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:58:28.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This Blogger is a year old woo hoo!!!!</title><content type='html'>Compliment of the season people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little damsel is a year old on blogger! :D S/O to everybody who's ever read this blog, those who stopped to comment, and those who went ahead to follow. Love you all! tho I haven't followed up dat much, I still see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the few hours left in 2011 wish you use the best of it. Forgive those people, dnt carry that grudge on to 2012. let go off the hurt and be happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy new year in advance&lt;br /&gt;Mwuah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-848183161245056192?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/848183161245056192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-blogger-is-year-old-woo-hoo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/848183161245056192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/848183161245056192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-blogger-is-year-old-woo-hoo.html' title='This Blogger is a year old woo hoo!!!!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-5792813668646913537</id><published>2011-12-05T13:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T13:21:01.215+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast cancer'/><title type='text'>Remembered Occurences</title><content type='html'>if it were possible to see past one's facade of perfectness which they have constructed for themselves, we'd probably be shocked at the magnitude of ....problems we'd discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strike&gt; met&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;..first saw Pamela during my second week in junior school. Pretty, long hair... and legs, light skinned, definitely mixed. Even in the dreadful school uniform, she still emitted a certain aura of confidence and certainty. It was&amp;nbsp;rumored&amp;nbsp;that she had a very wealthy father who owned over 10 houses located in different states, and she practically owned all of it. She was the cheerful type, constantly throwing parties at her huge mansion. She had a million friends, and thousands still wishing to be. To the world, she lived the fabulous life, owning everything she wanted and getting everything she asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a year later that the rumor started. I was in one of my quiet spots, when half of the students who heard the news went into an uproar. I was willing to ignore the noise and chatter the news caused as i felt there was a certain level of&amp;nbsp;exaggeration&amp;nbsp;involved, but i was way too curious and inquisitive to let it slide.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Hey, what's everyone talking about?" i asked a student who was shuffling head down along the corridor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh, you dint hear?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*err... obviously if i did, i&amp;nbsp;wouldn't&amp;nbsp;be asking!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No. i&amp;nbsp;didn't." i calmly replied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;".....Pamela has breast cancer.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WHAT?? Pam... My head spun. &amp;nbsp; Pamela??? who would have thought.. she had been too lively to be sick..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But then, it was just a&amp;nbsp;rumor....right?&amp;nbsp;I noticed she was away from school for a while, but then i thought she was just skipping as usual. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Faster than wild fire, her name became the topic on everyone's lips. At that time, i never knew the enormity and effects of breast cancer. I just knew it was a bad diseases and hoped she would return to school soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As the weeks went by, her case apparently got worse. The entire school was in distress, and her father had published a&amp;nbsp;piece&amp;nbsp;in the papers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Cross Riverians, please don't let my baby girl die"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A picture of her was inserted beneath. Her head looked clean shaven, her skin pallid, her eyes were blank, her face void of emotions. She looked feeble and frail.... Pamela had cancer. It was confirmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i stared at the picture for what seemed like hours, hot tears pouring down my cheek. it was said that she was at her fourth stage, that her situation was critical enough to result to her breast being amputated. She was an only child, and her mother had died of breast cancer too. i couldn't imagine what her father was feeling. At lunch that day, students and teachers were assembled, and we prayed for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;72 hours later, she was flown on a plane to get treatment abroad........She died on that plane. It was the first time i had encountered the death of someone in my age group.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;- &amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cancer is not considerate, be you a president or a pauper.&amp;nbsp;As it is said, its always better to know.&amp;nbsp;Get tested, Help yourself before its too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-5792813668646913537?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/5792813668646913537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/12/remembered-occurences.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5792813668646913537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5792813668646913537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/12/remembered-occurences.html' title='Remembered Occurences'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-272762260403365875</id><published>2011-11-21T00:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T00:09:21.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Issues...... N.B- this is not a post -_-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MS1-0fGXVWQ/TsmBWlQhhjI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Rt9HVJOVg8k/s1600/Woman+Pulling+Hair+out.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MS1-0fGXVWQ/TsmBWlQhhjI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Rt9HVJOVg8k/s1600/Woman+Pulling+Hair+out.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Argggh! This hair is now a pain in my friggin ass!!&amp;nbsp;i mean it makes me want to go crazzzzzzzz.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;... oh. Hi there you all :D how've you been? :D... Its just a few weeks to christmaaaaaaaaaaaaassssss!!!!!!!!!!woohoooooo! Ok, I'm not that excited :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;I mean, how can I be? Exams are a few weeks after xmas. I know right! My school is an ass *rme*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Yh, back to the hair. Fcuk et! I'd be better off on skin now!.. &amp;nbsp;:|&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Okay actually, my hair isn't the issue, tho it is AN issue, I just missed my blog jare. Anddd decided to "Pop" in ;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i miss this place...a lot. i have a lot of posts drafted, but i always go blank before its finished, Hence i end up not posting anything...btw, school, work...and some other issues keep me away&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;SCRATCH THAT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bleh! I'm gon run along now before i start to talk off point:D ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Yeahhhhh btw, if u have the download link, or any link at all to Gossip Girl season4 episode 19 to 22, and season5 too,pls insert it into the comment box. Thanks!!:*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hLR1kMBnKg/TsmHI7k5uVI/AAAAAAAABPY/0t3S_11ayf4/s1600/is.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9hLR1kMBnKg/TsmHI7k5uVI/AAAAAAAABPY/0t3S_11ayf4/s1600/is.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mmwuahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-272762260403365875?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/272762260403365875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/11/hair-issues-nb-this-is-not-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/272762260403365875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/272762260403365875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/11/hair-issues-nb-this-is-not-post.html' title='Hair Issues...... N.B- this is not a post -_-'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MS1-0fGXVWQ/TsmBWlQhhjI/AAAAAAAABPQ/Rt9HVJOVg8k/s72-c/Woman+Pulling+Hair+out.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-7676760663798058447</id><published>2011-10-02T23:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:25:27.083+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='african fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hayden williams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabulous trouve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustrations'/><title type='text'>Fabulous Trouve  - Hayden Williams Fashion Illustrations</title><content type='html'>Fabulous trouve, which means fabulous finds. A section where i'd blog about different things i come across, love and admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered Hayden William's illustrations a while back, when a follower retweeted one of his drawings. Hayden Williams is a talented young man, a designer and fashion illustrator. His words "Ever since i was 3 years old and was able to pick up a pencil, i haven't been able to put it down since!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of his beautiful illustrations. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tyTS4zbQEtc/TojlyBi0mHI/AAAAAAAABME/Bu9rbP3rDoY/s1600/tumblr_lnyxmjotjk1qez00mo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tyTS4zbQEtc/TojlyBi0mHI/AAAAAAAABME/Bu9rbP3rDoY/s320/tumblr_lnyxmjotjk1qez00mo1_500.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vnm4a6E0hC8/TojoeEtTHMI/AAAAAAAABMc/tBSr9IPHADA/s1600/tumblr_lry6x0QjMf1qez00mo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vnm4a6E0hC8/TojoeEtTHMI/AAAAAAAABMc/tBSr9IPHADA/s320/tumblr_lry6x0QjMf1qez00mo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WpbRSU8LIt8/Tojob5fZqcI/AAAAAAAABMU/DfVZHLE17W4/s1600/tumblr_lcvirfAeBN1qez00mo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwU5YnRu4fg/Tojl0waxDrI/AAAAAAAABMQ/AO-hPltq2fE/s1600/tumblr_lrkmzir2iW1qez00mo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwU5YnRu4fg/Tojl0waxDrI/AAAAAAAABMQ/AO-hPltq2fE/s400/tumblr_lrkmzir2iW1qez00mo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see more of Hayden&amp;nbsp;Williams&amp;nbsp;Illustrations, click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://haydenwilliamsillustrations.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HERE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-7676760663798058447?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/7676760663798058447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/10/fabulous-trouve-hayden-williams-fashion.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7676760663798058447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7676760663798058447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/10/fabulous-trouve-hayden-williams-fashion.html' title='Fabulous Trouve  - Hayden Williams Fashion Illustrations'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tyTS4zbQEtc/TojlyBi0mHI/AAAAAAAABME/Bu9rbP3rDoY/s72-c/tumblr_lnyxmjotjk1qez00mo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-6379571938652575681</id><published>2011-09-07T09:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T09:14:11.296+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='push'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Lmao! you've got to read this!</title><content type='html'>Nnewi had only one daughter. When the daughter was of marriageable age, the father sent news around town that all the eligible young men should come to compete in a test which would determine who was fit to marry his daughter. On that set day, all the able-bodied young men came out. Some came with paper and biro and others with cutlasses and swords. The rich man took them to his swimming pool and addressed the men: “ Any of you who can swim from one end of this swimming pool to the other would marry my daughter. In addition, I‘ll give him 15 million naira, a car and a house so they can start life well. I shall be waiting to meet my son-in-law at the other side. Good luck!”&lt;br /&gt;As the young men, all very excited at the prospect of winning, started taking off their shirts, a helicopter came over the pool and dropped snakes and crocodiles into the pool. Immediately all the men turned back and started wearing their shirts again. Disappointed, some of them said ''make the man go marry im pikin joo'' All of a sudden, they heard a splash in the pool. Everybody watched in amazement as one gentleman struggled his way across, avoiding the snakes and crocodiles. Finally, he made it to the other side. The rich man could not believe it. He asked the young man to name anything he wanted but the man was still panting uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he got himself and made a request saying '' make una show me the person wey push me inside this pool''&lt;br /&gt;Moral: You don’t know what you are capable of doing, until you are PUSHED!! :D You can still make the most out of the rest of the YEAR!take this as your PUSH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-6379571938652575681?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/6379571938652575681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/09/lmao-youve-got-to-read-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6379571938652575681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6379571938652575681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/09/lmao-youve-got-to-read-this.html' title='Lmao! you&apos;ve got to read this!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-5530183734157405791</id><published>2011-08-12T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T00:41:44.375+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louboutin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><title type='text'>My first pair of louboutin's!!!</title><content type='html'>oh ma gawd!..as in! I now friggin own a pair of christian louboutin shoes!!!! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whew!* okay, im back ;) i own a pair of louboutin's!. i own a pair of louboutin's!. i own a pair of louboutin's! lol..dnt worry, im still sane. it just hasn't sunk yet. Pause** *exhales*.. don't blame me, i'm sooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm sure you all knw how physced i am about shoes yh.. like most people would say "you're fetish for/about (cant remember the word) shoes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, owning louboutin shoes were just fantasies..till.. NOW&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ama just post a few pics sha..Instead of chattering.. d pics arent anyfin spectacular tho, cuz i was already about to crash, so i just threw anyfin on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDqXh0onohc/TkRfIG7HLgI/AAAAAAAABGo/gYwvQTU0V2M/s1600/100_0811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDqXh0onohc/TkRfIG7HLgI/AAAAAAAABGo/gYwvQTU0V2M/s320/100_0811.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;It arrives :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afjt2sFZZWE/TkRfp-u10hI/AAAAAAAABGw/CHzdivtki5E/s1600/100_0812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-afjt2sFZZWE/TkRfp-u10hI/AAAAAAAABGw/CHzdivtki5E/s320/100_0812.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Opening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwOLqZ9Y0SU/TkRfxIEUuLI/AAAAAAAABG0/JHB-TBc_Qrc/s1600/100_0813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwOLqZ9Y0SU/TkRfxIEUuLI/AAAAAAAABG0/JHB-TBc_Qrc/s320/100_0813.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hmmmmph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WRr4ADmi0Ok/TkRf4c1zqUI/AAAAAAAABG4/I52mCmI98tY/s1600/100_0814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WRr4ADmi0Ok/TkRf4c1zqUI/AAAAAAAABG4/I52mCmI98tY/s320/100_0814.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJh8uJuvIdA/TkRgFnxIP5I/AAAAAAAABG8/a0u5hX7-0no/s1600/100_0817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VJh8uJuvIdA/TkRgFnxIP5I/AAAAAAAABG8/a0u5hX7-0no/s320/100_0817.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Those unique red soles :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YahOQGDRl4s/TkRfhZkvfHI/AAAAAAAABGs/EWoznvgrjQM/s1600/100_0830.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YahOQGDRl4s/TkRfhZkvfHI/AAAAAAAABGs/EWoznvgrjQM/s320/100_0830.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;i'm not soo much of a photographer yh, but i think i got the angle right:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why mustard&amp;nbsp;colored?.. iono, its just different. besides, i don't have any bright colored&amp;nbsp;shoe so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also did a mini photo shoot..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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From the house of Deola Sagoe</title><content type='html'>Hey people! :D ..I know its been a while since i last posted,well that's cuz i've just been too lazy to put down anything in writing these days. Oh well, hope you aii yh? coolies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay! so there's a new fashion label in town! "Clan" which is owned by the three daughters of our very own renowned designer Deola Sagoe.. I read the comments on Bella naija last nite and i totally agree with many of them..k, before i start blabbing, lemme show you a&amp;nbsp;sneak&amp;nbsp;pic of some of their designs..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAVfDkQphu0/TkGUmu_7D0I/AAAAAAAABFA/FlzQP-S6jwk/s1600/Babes-in-Edenland7-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAVfDkQphu0/TkGUmu_7D0I/AAAAAAAABFA/FlzQP-S6jwk/s320/Babes-in-Edenland7-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8f4Kio0507s/TkGUtgds58I/AAAAAAAABFE/he4M0cHCGew/s1600/Clan-by-Sagoe-Girls-Babes-in-Edenland-August-2011-BellaNaija-004-397x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8f4Kio0507s/TkGUtgds58I/AAAAAAAABFE/he4M0cHCGew/s320/Clan-by-Sagoe-Girls-Babes-in-Edenland-August-2011-BellaNaija-004-397x600.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b78EcMJilSE/TkGUvCiIZzI/AAAAAAAABFI/z5Yi9Ap8PQI/s1600/Clan-by-Sagoe-Girls-Babes-in-Edenland-August-2011-BellaNaija-005-600x477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b78EcMJilSE/TkGUvCiIZzI/AAAAAAAABFI/z5Yi9Ap8PQI/s320/Clan-by-Sagoe-Girls-Babes-in-Edenland-August-2011-BellaNaija-005-600x477.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When i first saw these pics, my mind went "Damn these girls are BEAutiful!" and i was like, "did Deola marry a white man or what??" Anyways, that's besides the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A lot of people left comments saying they expected more, that the&amp;nbsp;designs&amp;nbsp;weren't&amp;nbsp;all that, that they had seen things like these made by boxing kittens, that some&amp;nbsp;pictures&amp;nbsp;were taken wrongly...and so on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What i have to say is,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0wZ0qgJObQ/TkGXHXcqMpI/AAAAAAAABFM/8eEmlyJclr4/s1600/Clan-by-Sagoe-Girls-Babes-in-Edenland-August-2011-BellaNaija-001-418x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o0wZ0qgJObQ/TkGXHXcqMpI/AAAAAAAABFM/8eEmlyJclr4/s320/Clan-by-Sagoe-Girls-Babes-in-Edenland-August-2011-BellaNaija-001-418x600.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First of all, i think this pic is bad... i cant see any design at all! just black weave, legs and a red shoe. I believe the shoot is supposed to be about the clothing not the model. Secondly, the designs are ‘nice’ yh, but i don’t see anything “Spectacular”...and these so resemble&amp;nbsp;Boxing&amp;nbsp;Kitten&amp;nbsp;designs&amp;nbsp;sha...btw, i think their beauty overshadows that of the clothes cuz when i first went through the pics all i saw was beautiful girls, i dint even take note the outfits.. Dont know how they would, but they should work on that.&amp;nbsp;Being&amp;nbsp;a fashion designer aint easy, neither is it a joke, They are lucky to have a mother who can easily help them get out there so they&amp;nbsp;shouldn't&amp;nbsp;misuse such an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra9y_27wCnQ/TkGZRamyI0I/AAAAAAAABFQ/Qf81di1EbpY/s1600/Babes-in-Edenland8-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra9y_27wCnQ/TkGZRamyI0I/AAAAAAAABFQ/Qf81di1EbpY/s320/Babes-in-Edenland8-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aO5vLYmhjpw/TkGZSkTnTWI/AAAAAAAABFU/geiI5DXLvXo/s1600/Clan-by-Sagoe-Girls-Babes-in-Edenland-August-2011-BellaNaija-002-600x402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aO5vLYmhjpw/TkGZSkTnTWI/AAAAAAAABFU/geiI5DXLvXo/s320/Clan-by-Sagoe-Girls-Babes-in-Edenland-August-2011-BellaNaija-002-600x402.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's base things on the fact that they are just starting up, I really hope their next collection would be wayyy better and show a lot more creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest i forget, their first ever fashion show is coming up This saturday 13 August 2011 at the Deola Sagoe Flagship store in Victoria Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to go for the show tho, but i think i have to a party with a friend and i cant bail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, what do you think about the designs? , am i just "Hating" on them like some people said on Bella Naija lol? or Do you support me on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #060633; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a class="profile-name-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285" rel="author" style="color: #5331bb; text-decoration: none;"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #060633; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 11px;"&gt;&lt;a class="profile-name-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285" rel="author" style="color: #5331bb; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Ms♥Infamous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2156783506063551878?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2156783506063551878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/08/clan-from-house-of-deola-sagoe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2156783506063551878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2156783506063551878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/08/clan-from-house-of-deola-sagoe.html' title='&apos;CLAN&apos;... From the house of Deola Sagoe'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAVfDkQphu0/TkGUmu_7D0I/AAAAAAAABFA/FlzQP-S6jwk/s72-c/Babes-in-Edenland7-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2382344379592234392</id><published>2011-07-12T12:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T04:02:05.037+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On this particular morning as the rain pours down, its intensity lighter than yesterday. I'm lying in bed, with a wrapper covering from my chest down. A sidney sheldon book over my belly. My handouts are scattered at different places in my room, but there isn't even the slightest ginger to pick one up and at least scroll through it. Exams r in a few days, yet there are courses I know nothing about. Some I never even attended the class. If anyone asked me, I would say I have lost interest in what I'm studying which wasn't the truth exactly, but was a part of it. To myself, I know what the real problem is... Laziness. I was overcome by it, it has taken over my entire being and I'm to lazy to fight it. If my mum knew about my level of nonchalance in school, she'd probably whoop my ass till I bleed. Maybe not out of anger, but out of disappointment and sadness two things I hate to cause her. When I think of that, I resolve to do better and show more interest, even though none is present. But then again, laziness sets in. I could have found a way to make things better, switching roles. For the past three weeks I've been planning to see my course adviser, but every time I get up in the morning I say " psshhh, it can be done tomorrow" .... There goes the spirit of procrastination. A number of times I've admitted to myself that I need divine intervention yet I still end up not praying. In the beginning, a number of people tried to help out, trying to nudge me towards the serious side but it never worked out so now they've all given up and left me to do what I please. A couple of times I would scream inside and ask nobody in particular why university was a free world. Why were we left to do as we liked. Why wasn't there someone who would force us to read and go for classes. Why wasn't there some one to make us study night and day. As much as I hate being told what to do, I would sincerely appreciate such. Why were we allowed to throw away our future if we so pleased. These were the questions I asked each time I thought of the level of my unseriousness. I'm bright, smart and intelligent, but I'm lazy and that laziness takes away all. My mum always said "overcome your laziness, and you'd be a great and successful woman" ... I want to, but how?. Everyday,all I want to do is lie on my bed and do nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;Something that has become and everyday routine. After I post this, I want to get up and go and print my docket, after which I'd finally go and see my course adviser. I hope I do accomplish that.. I don't even know what this post is about, there fore I can't come up with any suitable title. Neither do I know why I'm posting this. If you come by some other day, and you don't find it, know that I have deleted it cuz I feel naked having people read exactly what's going on in my life. But right now, I actually want to share it. I know, its not that you care, but whatever. I no longer have a best friend whom I can tell things, whom I can run to when the whole world turns against me. So I decided to tell you. At times when I look at things deeper, I realize I'm alone, very much alone. Seventy percent of the time, I don't care. But then thirty percent I wish I had someone. My family is a busy one, so tho they love me so much, they can't always be around. *sigh* there's no end to this u knw yh? The post I mean. It aint a story or a fairy tale, Its a narration of someone's life, so it goes on.. I turn over to lie on my side and I feel sleep's finger tap my shoulder. I stretch and yawn, I feel more sleepy. smh. Okay, *looks at network sign* 3G‎.. its time to post. One can never know when you'd get service back once it goes out. k then..xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2382344379592234392?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2382344379592234392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-this-particular-morning-as-rain.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2382344379592234392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2382344379592234392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-this-particular-morning-as-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-4050986359765837486</id><published>2011-06-22T20:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:45:33.519+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>what happens then?</title><content type='html'>What happens when you wake up and realize your alone&lt;br /&gt;When no one is there to care about you &lt;br /&gt;When you've pushed everyone away &lt;br /&gt;When you've burned all you bridges &lt;br /&gt;When you find yourself on a tiny island in the middle of the ocean &lt;br /&gt;When the sharks start to appear and the island starts to crumble under your feet&lt;br /&gt;You cant climb any higher and couldnt possibly get any lower &lt;br /&gt;What happens then? &lt;br /&gt;What happens when your left with only darkness &lt;br /&gt;When there is no light, no hope anywhere to be seen all around&lt;br /&gt;What happens when your all alone. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-4050986359765837486?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/4050986359765837486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-happens-then.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4050986359765837486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4050986359765837486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-happens-then.html' title='what happens then?'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-6988556835905054173</id><published>2011-06-22T02:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T19:17:22.550+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rated x'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogger after dark'/><title type='text'>Blogger after dark : Subway</title><content type='html'>I have never been one who was ashamed to acknowledge another woman's beauty, but when it comes to having an attraction to another man I was taught it was a sin. Deep in the unknown of my soul I have always desired the comfort and familiarity of a woman's touch. Today on the subway my curiosity turned to reality as I road home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to go as normal, the early morning quite filled the air, and the cool  breeze that seems to creep around just before dawn, followed me like a stalker. Every now and then tickling my thighs underneath the Chanel skirt I was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subway car was a little more crowed than normal, just enough people for where I had to stand and grab a hand rail. All these men on the train and not one gentleman enough to offer a seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to slide right up out of my stilettos when she walked onto the train. &lt;br /&gt;Her presence was breath taking confident, but not cocky. She wore a sexy dark blue with pink pin stripe Versace skirt suit. The top three buttons open showing off her mocha brown cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to almost glide through all the people and took her place on the hand rail with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had short jet black hair, piercing hazel brown eyes, full lips that looked like they were made to kiss, lick, and pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she stood in front of me I felt the moisture began to build up between my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was obvious us sharing the same rail was no accident when she cleverly let her hand slide down the rail and grace across my fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her confidence was scary and exciting at the same time. As she let her fingers caress my hand she stood their looking me directly in my eyes giving me a seductive smile as to say " I know you like how this feels and I can tell you want more"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to ask her name when even more people got on the car which forced us even closer together and now the person behind me had me pressed against the rail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could say a word I felt her finger leave my hand and my body all of a sudden got sad and wanted to say why are you stopping, but it didn't take long to see where she was heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took me being forced against the rail as her opportunity to play. As her fingers traveled from my hand to my waist I felt my whole body tense up with fear and euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never speaking a word and with her eyes never leaving mines, never having any resistance from my free flowing mini skirt, she touched, teased, and took her time arousing my click. As the ride carried on the moisture between my legs turned into a waterfall of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in the car could tell what was going on and it took all of my willpower not to scream and moan with pleasure. I bit my bottom lip in an attempt to control my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moved her fingers up and down and with every stroke my body quivered on the inside with an emotion I had never felt before. The bumpiness of the ride added to my pleasure and it combined together as I came all in my panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the reality set in I was instantly embarrassed and felt like running but my knees where still weak. As the subway car doors opened she turned to leave. I was about to grab her and ask her who she was, but she touched my lips and wouldn't let me speak. Then she simply said to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A touch is a Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let that be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if its meant to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again we'll meet"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-6988556835905054173?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/6988556835905054173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/06/blogger-after-dark-subway.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6988556835905054173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6988556835905054173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/06/blogger-after-dark-subway.html' title='Blogger after dark : Subway'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-1363221871806105106</id><published>2011-06-08T16:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:14:33.330+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>The boy who sold his kidney for an Ipad!</title><content type='html'>So I just heard that a 17yr old chinese boy sold one of his kidneys to buy an ipad!!!!  Chineke mei! This is amazing o! What won't we see in this world sef? Children of these days o choi! .... As in seriously na, who does that??  Its pure madness , that boy should be checked mentally and psychologically o. Smh..ok lemme summarize the story sha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so apparently, he wanted to get an ipad2 but he wasn't able to raise the money. Then he met some guy on the internet who told him that he could help him out. The guy sha told him that he would have to sell his kidney and the boy agreed. The surgery was carried out few days later in a hospital that wasn't even standard enough to perform organ transfer. Oh well, it was carried out that way and he was able to get 20,000Yang which is approximately $3000. He went ahead and bought himself a new iphone and an ipad2.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got home, his mum noticed his new gadgets and asked how he got them. The boy denied it for a while, but finally gave in and told his mum. His mum immediately called the police and they all went to the hospital. Well as we all know na, the hospital staffs denied ever knowing anything about the operation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy's health is getting worse each day, and he's regretting his actions now...eiyah, but that was a very foolish thing to do tho. Selling your body part for something material ??? That's really extreme. People need to learn to value themselves more..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to any of you guys out there - cause I know its mostly guys who are usually crazy about gadgets- who's thinking the same way, you need to get your head checked Asap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope he gets better... And people should learn from his mistake. Before you embark on any foolish adventure, you had better think of the consequences. No gadget, no matter how 'mad' it is, is worth risking your life just to get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author's note: this post wasn't edited or corrected.. So kindly overlook any mistake..and yeah yeah i know the gist is kinda stale. woteva sha :| xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 june, 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-1363221871806105106?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/1363221871806105106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/06/boy-who-sold-his-kidney-for-ipad.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1363221871806105106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1363221871806105106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/06/boy-who-sold-his-kidney-for-ipad.html' title='The boy who sold his kidney for an Ipad!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-4016393057183609654</id><published>2011-05-30T11:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T11:07:42.102+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>If you love something , NeveR let it go</title><content type='html'>I keep seeing/hearing this quote, and I don't exactly get what people mean when they say it, "If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in it? or do you have issues with it like I do cause I feel like it is saying in a way if you don't chase or work for something and just 'let it go', that it would come back if its meant to be urs... How does that work?   Its just like saying.  " I love modeling, but cuz there are too many difficulties, I should 'let it go'??" Chances are, it would Never! Come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,i Totally disagree with that saying. Why exactly should you let something or someone you love go?.....  If you let them go, they'll just believe you dint love them enough to hold on stronger. And that is why they won't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you genuinely love something, you won't just let it go. you'll work for it, you'll hold on to it, you'll try everything in your power to keep it.  you'll be persistent, you'll do anything to make sure it remains yours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, you should keep fighting for them. You should work for them. You should do anything and everything in your ability for them,hold on to them and cherish them. DO NOT  let them go, cuz they just might NEVER come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-4016393057183609654?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/4016393057183609654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-you-love-something-never-let-it-go.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4016393057183609654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4016393057183609654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/05/if-you-love-something-never-let-it-go.html' title='If you love something , NeveR let it go'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2553237295881044213</id><published>2011-05-14T01:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T01:47:38.934+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimwear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='african'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fab things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabulous'/><title type='text'>Dont you just wish it were summer already?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81NizeGfHZk/Tc3ERoqyhjI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xJGfbqpQN0w/s1600/alonso9h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81NizeGfHZk/Tc3ERoqyhjI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xJGfbqpQN0w/s320/alonso9h.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;SUMMER! that was the first word that came to my head when i saw this picture. African inspired swimwear: Alejandro Alonso.&lt;br /&gt;its just makes me think of cool beaches, tons of sand, the wind... not sun sha! i've been getting too much of that lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CqROkyK1H4/Tc3DzYn1RzI/AAAAAAAAA8A/SQd2VRL3zI4/s1600/alonso2hy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9CqROkyK1H4/Tc3DzYn1RzI/AAAAAAAAA8A/SQd2VRL3zI4/s320/alonso2hy.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and yeah, i just love the pictures, came across them on someone's site, cant remember the site address tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDHkXNsVIHk/Tc3CkW2OCkI/AAAAAAAAA78/iFrOrkSuzLc/s1600/alonso7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDHkXNsVIHk/Tc3CkW2OCkI/AAAAAAAAA78/iFrOrkSuzLc/s320/alonso7.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But really, i cant wait for summer! I forsee a wonderful and&amp;nbsp; tremendous summer for me sha. I've got&amp;nbsp;lots of things coming up. And i'm looking forward to this big fashion thingy my roomie is also planning :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1GtmIi6h54/Tc3NuFeaWlI/AAAAAAAAA8M/e9550NBvOOM/s1600/alonso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1GtmIi6h54/Tc3NuFeaWlI/AAAAAAAAA8M/e9550NBvOOM/s320/alonso.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;anyways, i just thought these designs were beautiful and i had to share them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXyt-Qhv-Lo/Tc3Q8Z8UIzI/AAAAAAAAA8U/quQOOB-H8J4/s1600/alonso1hj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXyt-Qhv-Lo/Tc3Q8Z8UIzI/AAAAAAAAA8U/quQOOB-H8J4/s320/alonso1hj.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Have a lovely weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2553237295881044213?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2553237295881044213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-you-just-wish-it-were-summer.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2553237295881044213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2553237295881044213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-you-just-wish-it-were-summer.html' title='Dont you just wish it were summer already?!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-81NizeGfHZk/Tc3ERoqyhjI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xJGfbqpQN0w/s72-c/alonso9h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-8919576838400961665</id><published>2011-05-09T00:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T01:11:53.156+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbyes'/><title type='text'>I guess it always ends this way</title><content type='html'>I just walked past a girl who was once my friend, and I  realized how much things have changed in the past year.  She was someone I used to chill wit a lot. I'd go to her room, we'd gist (us and some couple of girls). We would sit and chat till very late.  She was funny, I could laugh for Africa. She was loud, I was almost always quiet. She loved to cook, I loved to eat.. so it all just suited in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all that was once upon a time. One year later, we no longer talk, we don't even smile at one another. And we walk past each other saying nothing other than a whispered 'hi' or 'hello' . She sees me and looks away, even when our eyes meet she looks at me the way she'd look at a stranger. &lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer bothered, now i just get confused, and I think "what happened?". I don't remember having a fight, or even a quarrel... So what went wrong? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given up on finding an answer, and I just accept that that's one lost friend. It happens all the time right? ..friends coming, friends going... Almost like a natural occurrence in life. Sometimes i stop and wonder why such unexplainable things happen in unexpected ways.I wonder how I could be so close to someone this moment ,and the next we walk past each other without even a glance. And how people vanish from my life leaving no clue as to why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I guess no one expects everyone to stay in their life forever.  At one point in time, they must leave... Every hello must end with a goodbye, and every beginning must have an end.. And that's just the way it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-8919576838400961665?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/8919576838400961665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-guess-it-always-ends-this-way.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8919576838400961665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8919576838400961665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-guess-it-always-ends-this-way.html' title='I guess it always ends this way'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-6929832167438611812</id><published>2011-05-04T22:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:17:25.058+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raindrops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lateness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems(kinda)'/><title type='text'>A morning ordeal</title><content type='html'>Rain drops and thorns&lt;br /&gt;Hail storms and roses&lt;br /&gt;Running too early&lt;br /&gt;Coming too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went under a bridge&lt;br /&gt;And climbed over the sea&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the bus&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens of smelly people&lt;br /&gt;whom u'd just love to hug&lt;br /&gt;breathing so well&lt;br /&gt;i'd nearly suffocate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying in the sea&lt;br /&gt;swimming across the sky&lt;br /&gt;Back to the future&lt;br /&gt;Transporting to the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;I knew so well&lt;br /&gt;I was in danger&lt;br /&gt;And felt so safe&lt;br /&gt;Just got hired&lt;br /&gt;Yet soon to be fired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate so much&lt;br /&gt;that i'm so starved&lt;br /&gt;a busy day ahead&lt;br /&gt;i'd sleep all through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much to say&lt;br /&gt;but nothing to write&lt;br /&gt;ever so gladly&lt;br /&gt;i rest my case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&gt;Driving on 3rd mainland bridge this came to my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm one hour late for my job, yet I had time to write it.. Smh for me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted at 7:30am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-6929832167438611812?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/6929832167438611812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/05/rain-drops-and-thorns-hail-storms-and.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6929832167438611812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6929832167438611812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/05/rain-drops-and-thorns-hail-storms-and.html' title='A morning ordeal'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2756866341441233712</id><published>2011-04-30T03:05:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T21:12:11.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabulous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designs'/><title type='text'>My FABULOUS Snap Shots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gxeUGi0ZMQ/TbwSpL5HvFI/AAAAAAAAA38/b7WJ1RaHObU/s1600/btumblr_li6ujhTBg11qf31nao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gxeUGi0ZMQ/TbwSpL5HvFI/AAAAAAAAA38/b7WJ1RaHObU/s320/btumblr_li6ujhTBg11qf31nao1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm&amp;nbsp;kinda booored! its almost 2am and sleep doesn't seem to be anywhere close..well, its not like i usually sleep early tho :D..and considering the fact that my tooth aches really bad, my situation is therefore worse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't anything interesting on the internet, no movie to watch either (i've seen them all) .. so i&amp;nbsp;just started going&amp;nbsp;through my one million and one pictures, and found some pics of me,random people, and friends..decided to post them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course not all&amp;nbsp;the pictures are exactly clear, i havent got my new camera yet :( ..so im still using this wack one 8-| and "picasa of course *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, friends...some who are also designers/ aspiring desginers.. and people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..here they are! Enjoy! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0d8SX9siRQ/TbteUkDtz0I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/INc11Sq34cc/s1600/%25E2%2580%25A2Ceecee%25E2%2580%25A2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0d8SX9siRQ/TbteUkDtz0I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/INc11Sq34cc/s1600/%25E2%2580%25A2Ceecee%25E2%2580%25A2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;AdDiCt designs by @sugar_lipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQbvU3BP_Zg/Tbtet_1HgHI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YOtkOtCpdUQ/s1600/Amaka+Ukegbu%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fQbvU3BP_Zg/Tbtet_1HgHI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YOtkOtCpdUQ/s320/Amaka+Ukegbu%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Diamonds&amp;amp;Dust by Amaka Ukuegbu (FB) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vg23LJuHo4/TbtfZjNKF6I/AAAAAAAAA2g/dCaSKcQqnpo/s1600/%2528_%2529%25EF%25A3%25AB%25CD%25A1N%25CE%25B5%25CC%25B2%25CC%25A3%25E2%2584%2593a%25EF%25A3%25AB%25CD%25A1%2528_%2529%25D9%25AD%25E2%2580%25A2%25CB%259A%2528_%2529%25EF%25A3%25AB%25CD%25A1%25CE%25B5%25CC%25B2%25CC%25A3%25E2%2584%2593a%25EF%25A3%25AB%25CD%25A1%2528_%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vg23LJuHo4/TbtfZjNKF6I/AAAAAAAAA2g/dCaSKcQqnpo/s320/%2528_%2529%25EF%25A3%25AB%25CD%25A1N%25CE%25B5%25CC%25B2%25CC%25A3%25E2%2584%2593a%25EF%25A3%25AB%25CD%25A1%2528_%2529%25D9%25AD%25E2%2580%25A2%25CB%259A%2528_%2529%25EF%25A3%25AB%25CD%25A1%25CE%25B5%25CC%25B2%25CC%25A3%25E2%2584%2593a%25EF%25A3%25AB%25CD%25A1%2528_%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like the boots! :) and the pic in general.. --&amp;gt; Yonela vogue model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPdsc_JdWoI/TbtgH53IXyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/XUB1w-Cr9PE/s1600/IMG-20110408-3407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fPdsc_JdWoI/TbtgH53IXyI/AAAAAAAAA2k/XUB1w-Cr9PE/s320/IMG-20110408-3407.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Diamonds&amp;amp;Dust by Amaka .. for some reason, some people on my bbm found dis pic funny :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yEpemVzNuOc/Tbtid2dEK4I/AAAAAAAAA20/YjVk5gnEKP4/s1600/IMG-20110313-00803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yEpemVzNuOc/Tbtid2dEK4I/AAAAAAAAA20/YjVk5gnEKP4/s320/IMG-20110313-00803.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Marvy at arise fashion week 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKyDBMKbN0Y/Tbtiv9aey8I/AAAAAAAAA24/xCb78qjuTvE/s1600/IMG01975-20110217-1242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKyDBMKbN0Y/Tbtiv9aey8I/AAAAAAAAA24/xCb78qjuTvE/s320/IMG01975-20110217-1242.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cut and redesigned by @sugar_lipped of addict designs..she rily knows how to do it.. doesn't she?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JhyViP-KpcI/TbtjcjnoGjI/AAAAAAAAA28/sYKTqfJklNU/s1600/Amaka+Ukegbu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JhyViP-KpcI/TbtjcjnoGjI/AAAAAAAAA28/sYKTqfJklNU/s320/Amaka+Ukegbu.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Diamonds&amp;amp;Dust by Amaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LErbkUcRsI4/Tbtkr8xv8GI/AAAAAAAAA3A/WSIbdOG2xLk/s1600/tumblr_lkc1le5DWk1qj81aao1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LErbkUcRsI4/Tbtkr8xv8GI/AAAAAAAAA3A/WSIbdOG2xLk/s400/tumblr_lkc1le5DWk1qj81aao1_400.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Adapted from my tumblr (&lt;a href="http://blackfabulousity.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://blackfabulousity.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5uj847Hlw8/TbtlNDBk5fI/AAAAAAAAA3E/_WjPB5e2UkU/s1600/%25EF%25A3%25AB%25E2%2584%25A2%2521%25CE%25B1%25CC%2585%25CC%25B2%25E2%2599%258DTaiwoHitch%25E2%2584%25A2%25EF%25A3%25AB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R5uj847Hlw8/TbtlNDBk5fI/AAAAAAAAA3E/_WjPB5e2UkU/s320/%25EF%25A3%25AB%25E2%2584%25A2%2521%25CE%25B1%25CC%2585%25CC%25B2%25E2%2599%258DTaiwoHitch%25E2%2584%25A2%25EF%25A3%25AB.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stolen DP x) ..she cute, like the jacket tew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dAVhBE_hMV4/TbtltZuwNxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Tj7X8WSSAm4/s1600/Scofield+B-%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dAVhBE_hMV4/TbtltZuwNxI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Tj7X8WSSAm4/s320/Scofield+B-%2529.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beats by dre..If u"re in lagos and you wanna get one.. Use the comment (pretty scribbles)&amp;nbsp; box thanks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ReP5CogGafE/TbtmqnE1k4I/AAAAAAAAA3M/M2RkEKb0Mik/s1600/Onyema.+A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ReP5CogGafE/TbtmqnE1k4I/AAAAAAAAA3M/M2RkEKb0Mik/s320/Onyema.+A.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Diamonds&amp;amp;Dust by Amaka {like her on facebook : Diamonds&amp;amp;Dusts :*}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hC-lamjUqJM/TbtqJdkIxLI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/iBW0-JirmMs/s1600/tumblr_liog40vVE51qglw58o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hC-lamjUqJM/TbtqJdkIxLI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/iBW0-JirmMs/s320/tumblr_liog40vVE51qglw58o1_500.png" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adapted from my tumblr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-VKCjhTbRg/TbtraIsWz3I/AAAAAAAAA3U/muFGSwx6zJ0/s1600/tumblr_lig3xuyOlB1qeo40bo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g-VKCjhTbRg/TbtraIsWz3I/AAAAAAAAA3U/muFGSwx6zJ0/s320/tumblr_lig3xuyOlB1qeo40bo1_500.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;random..cant remember where from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stretches and yawns extensively* sleep is calling huns! off to bed..okay, just one last pic.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEs1JMavSRE/Tbtr-E27LBI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Ii19WPXvQkw/s1600/tumblr_lj13mujtqk1qbcmtxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vEs1JMavSRE/Tbtr-E27LBI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/Ii19WPXvQkw/s320/tumblr_lj13mujtqk1qbcmtxo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all folks! nite nite*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xoxo﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S&amp;nbsp; for more pics view my 'PIC OF THE DAY' on my blog side, it changes every day..or visit &lt;a href="http://blackfabulousity.tumblr.com/archive"&gt;http://blackfabulousity.tumblr.com/archive&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;and if you like the pictures, please do leave comments ♥♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2756866341441233712?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2756866341441233712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/pics-for-non-geeks.html#comment-form' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2756866341441233712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2756866341441233712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/pics-for-non-geeks.html' title='My FABULOUS Snap Shots!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4gxeUGi0ZMQ/TbwSpL5HvFI/AAAAAAAAA38/b7WJ1RaHObU/s72-c/btumblr_li6ujhTBg11qf31nao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2986682386846567966</id><published>2011-04-29T17:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:44:10.599+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding gown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='royal wedding'/><title type='text'>The Royal Wedding Gown!</title><content type='html'>Truth be told, before today..i didnt exactly know who Kate Middleton was..i still dont rily know who she is&amp;nbsp;now sef..&amp;nbsp;but with people talking, watching, tweeting,blogging&amp;nbsp;,changing&amp;nbsp;display pictures&amp;nbsp;*rme, and&amp;nbsp;posting pictures on tumblr about the royal wedding, it was hard not to get curios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this post is focused on the GOWN, not the wedding! 3-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i heard "royal wedding", i had expected the wedding gown to be extremely sophisticated and heavly embroided or something like that.. but it actually turned out to be simple, yet cool and classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TF1WnKKodY8/Tbrf-PwVFwI/AAAAAAAAA1g/XZwoZfi8C8c/s1600/kate-william-royal-weddingg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TF1WnKKodY8/Tbrf-PwVFwI/AAAAAAAAA1g/XZwoZfi8C8c/s400/kate-william-royal-weddingg.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kate is definitely Beautiful too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KarOumM4iI/TbrePr3mS6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/BEA9Ut_N73w/s1600/Royal%252BWedding%252BWedding%252BGuests%252BParty%252BMake%252BTheir%252BEdjlLkn6Ddzl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0KarOumM4iI/TbrePr3mS6I/AAAAAAAAA1c/BEA9Ut_N73w/s400/Royal%252BWedding%252BWedding%252BGuests%252BParty%252BMake%252BTheir%252BEdjlLkn6Ddzl.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and to add, they look gorgeous together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgUgIxrf6uM/TbrhaTiGCuI/AAAAAAAAA1k/aTZHp8jst5A/s1600/9i5yfr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mgUgIxrf6uM/TbrhaTiGCuI/AAAAAAAAA1k/aTZHp8jst5A/s320/9i5yfr.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;love the material used for the sleeve..very stylish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ig8BKcxutRw/TbrhlwfHk2I/AAAAAAAAA1o/eXHiT6pamcM/s1600/vhf8te.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ig8BKcxutRw/TbrhlwfHk2I/AAAAAAAAA1o/eXHiT6pamcM/s320/vhf8te.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gorgeous couple and a very lovely cake :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RP7bqCxlb5U/Tbrh4a3TuoI/AAAAAAAAA1s/82fH6qopRkM/s1600/tumblr_lkf2aglS6e1qarjjvo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RP7bqCxlb5U/Tbrh4a3TuoI/AAAAAAAAA1s/82fH6qopRkM/s320/tumblr_lkf2aglS6e1qarjjvo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then that kiss ;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kbHHmq32yoA/TbriGIk4dpI/AAAAAAAAA1w/08RAyMVgI-k/s1600/tumblr_lkeyucVxNb1qahdn2o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kbHHmq32yoA/TbriGIk4dpI/AAAAAAAAA1w/08RAyMVgI-k/s320/tumblr_lkeyucVxNb1qahdn2o1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IcHhNmen7KM/Tbrig-qV6QI/AAAAAAAAA10/Tt5sTBYfVpM/s1600/tumblr_lkf08mgkX51qg4lyzo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IcHhNmen7KM/Tbrig-qV6QI/AAAAAAAAA10/Tt5sTBYfVpM/s320/tumblr_lkf08mgkX51qg4lyzo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOL..the END! :* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2986682386846567966?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2986682386846567966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-wedding-gown.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2986682386846567966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2986682386846567966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-wedding-gown.html' title='The Royal Wedding Gown!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TF1WnKKodY8/Tbrf-PwVFwI/AAAAAAAAA1g/XZwoZfi8C8c/s72-c/kate-william-royal-weddingg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-3259925940794906095</id><published>2011-04-28T03:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T03:10:17.300+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>What do I believe in?</title><content type='html'>I believe in wearing whatever I feel comfortable in. I believe in smiling at strangers. In being chaotic and crooked and compassionate. I believe in doing what I love. I believe in combining any number of colors wotsoever when it comes to my outfit..four,five, a million!..pink, yellow, blue..wotever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in stars and the way some thousand year old dust of theirs is sitting inside your chest right now.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the wind that messes my hair up. I believe in something much more marvelous and outside the stretch of my understanding. I believe in the sand beneath my toes. And the sky above my head&lt;br /&gt; i believe in the rain, and the trees that gives shade from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in being random and spontaneous . I believe in potential. In fireworks in the bottom of a waterlogged soul.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in wonder and magic at first sight, at after sight and ever and ever sight, at every single god damn sight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I believe in believing, I believe in reason and lack thereof. I believe in logic and sanity, and everything that undermines it.&lt;br /&gt; Everything that says “fuck you” to all the rules.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I believe in music being turned all the way up and the windows rolled down, I believe in things with and without words.&lt;br /&gt; I believe in unconditional and I believe in a love that isn’t jealous or selfish. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I believe in things this world tells me are foolish, and I believe in them passionately and without apologies.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that science can only tell me how and history can only tell me when but neither can tell me why.&lt;br /&gt; I believe in being limitless and fascinated than confined and nodding my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I believe in....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-3259925940794906095?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/3259925940794906095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-do-i-believe-in.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3259925940794906095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3259925940794906095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-do-i-believe-in.html' title='What do I believe in?'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-5030161189650267108</id><published>2011-04-26T14:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T15:28:24.794+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday! to a woman of virtue..</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday, my mother and friend,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Since I was a child, she would always defend.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;her love has always been unconditional,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even when, my moods were transitional.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot forget, all the things she has done,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Through actions and words, my esteem she won.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;she taught me to live, with courage and passion,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;With the less fortunate, I learned her compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thoughtful woman, that works so hard,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Always been there, my dear lifeguard.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Places others before herself,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Proud of pictures on her shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's special and always giving a helping hand,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Who never asks for a gift in return or give a lot of demands,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She's loving, caring, gentle and kind&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;She's a great mother,aunty and sister&lt;br /&gt;That could never be replaced,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Especially with her heart warming smile and charming grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many more years i wish for her&lt;br /&gt;Long life and prosperity i ask God to grant her&lt;br /&gt;Love, kisses, showers of blessing &lt;br /&gt;And a beautiful birthday to my Special Mama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-5030161189650267108?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/5030161189650267108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-to-woman-of-virtue.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5030161189650267108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5030161189650267108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-to-woman-of-virtue.html' title='Happy birthday! to a woman of virtue..'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-5437650105854287426</id><published>2011-04-26T01:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T01:23:04.185+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥'/><title type='text'>I need a better camera</title><content type='html'>I need a&amp;nbsp;better camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fed up of this stupid crappy thing i call a camera&lt;br /&gt;I love taking pictures, mostly of myself..&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;sometimes of anyone around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;i wish i could capture every moment of my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1n0A-MDG1k/TbX9SUC86jI/AAAAAAAAAzg/hW30XM1aopM/s1600/IMG00097-20110114-0436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1n0A-MDG1k/TbX9SUC86jI/AAAAAAAAAzg/hW30XM1aopM/s320/IMG00097-20110114-0436.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;every minute i spend with friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My day&amp;nbsp;was drama filled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;wish i&amp;nbsp;had got it all on tape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;my fam on some&amp;nbsp;CIA paroles lol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;that's a different story on its own tho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A friend took this randomly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KC8t4Af8W6c/TbX59IjTZQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ysjJ5phuZg0/s1600/IMG05200-20110114-1729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KC8t4Af8W6c/TbX59IjTZQI/AAAAAAAAAzc/ysjJ5phuZg0/s320/IMG05200-20110114-1729.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;this picture is defintiely for keeps!&lt;br /&gt;i rarely smile when takin pics let alone laugh *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a&amp;nbsp;better camera&lt;br /&gt;maybe a canon or nikon&lt;br /&gt;This dead blackberry camera does no justice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a better camera&lt;br /&gt;I used to have one, black and portable&lt;br /&gt;it disappeared somehow&lt;br /&gt;Probably stolen, not sure exactly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a&amp;nbsp;better camera&lt;br /&gt;Picasa is now the order of d day&lt;br /&gt;{Err I don't have photoshop} &amp;nbsp;x)&lt;br /&gt;And having to edit my pics all the time is just too stressful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a better camera&lt;br /&gt;I Can't keep running back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Just to take a full length picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tadmdhAY5sQ/TbYODBYllBI/AAAAAAAAAzo/84Lli3eD8EE/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tadmdhAY5sQ/TbYODBYllBI/AAAAAAAAAzo/84Lli3eD8EE/s320/Untitled.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cuz my camera doesn't have a timer&lt;br /&gt;Rme* blackberry eat ur head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(and for the record, i drew that pic :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NLIekuhYSE/TbYOr99J9-I/AAAAAAAAAzs/a5GDC98iWIA/s1600/IMG02610-20101210-2326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0NLIekuhYSE/TbYOr99J9-I/AAAAAAAAAzs/a5GDC98iWIA/s320/IMG02610-20101210-2326.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i wish i had a better ending...﻿♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-5437650105854287426?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/5437650105854287426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-better-camera.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5437650105854287426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5437650105854287426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-better-camera.html' title='I need a better camera'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1n0A-MDG1k/TbX9SUC86jI/AAAAAAAAAzg/hW30XM1aopM/s72-c/IMG00097-20110114-0436.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-8670628624566770440</id><published>2011-04-25T04:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:23:09.635+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modeling'/><title type='text'>Head or Heart..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHkENleosYE/TbTlZzC-xcI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Jc07iT-lJVM/s1600/4-4-2011%252B12%253B36%253B42%252BPM.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHkENleosYE/TbTlZzC-xcI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Jc07iT-lJVM/s320/4-4-2011%252B12%253B36%253B42%252BPM.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know at this point and stage in a&amp;nbsp;teen's life, this is where&amp;nbsp;our head should be..this is where it is excpected to be.&amp;nbsp;our books&amp;nbsp;are expected&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;our sole priority ,&amp;nbsp;our major concern. Like my mum would say "your academics should be your greatest focus, everything else comes after".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;i agree with that, totally..&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp; sometimes shouldnt it be about what the child wants?&amp;nbsp; spending&amp;nbsp;one's life living up to *people's expectations.. i believe it doesnt always work that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;like schooling, i respect education.&amp;nbsp;I study when i can, nd&amp;nbsp;i try to focus, i really do try. But its almost impossible to when my heart is here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LRcFsrWhkkA/TbTZ3X7aOLI/AAAAAAAAAx8/pKcKBtOwM0A/s1600/tropical1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LRcFsrWhkkA/TbTZ3X7aOLI/AAAAAAAAAx8/pKcKBtOwM0A/s320/tropical1.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My heart&amp;nbsp; and body has been drawn deep into it. My passion and admiration for all things modeling is a huge driver which always&amp;nbsp;makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;So well now, &amp;nbsp;my head and my heart are in two entirely different places. the scenerios totally un-connected...two careers not linked in anyway.&amp;nbsp;Initially combining the two proved to be harder than i thought, now i might have to make a choice, i always prayed it would never get to this....&amp;nbsp;oh well! So, it's either&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;one is taken&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;one is dropped,&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp; i figure another way out. And with both being essential and somewhat&amp;nbsp;necessary ,it is almost unthinkable to actually drop any. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;More than a hundred times, i've thought this over and each time,&amp;nbsp;i arrive at the same answer....nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/6303464466976526936-8670628624566770440?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/8670628624566770440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/head-or-heart.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8670628624566770440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8670628624566770440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/head-or-heart.html' title='Head or Heart..'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHkENleosYE/TbTlZzC-xcI/AAAAAAAAAyA/Jc07iT-lJVM/s72-c/4-4-2011%252B12%253B36%253B42%252BPM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-271961271963694971</id><published>2011-04-11T13:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T15:15:39.668+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad situations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Not mere Venting!</title><content type='html'>Fuck mondays! As in fuckin fuck you monday! Monday just brings bad luck! Almost everything always goes wrong on mondays! I even fuckin dislike myself now! And my stupid stubbornness! I hardly rant! I'm not the type to nag! This is more than just venting! My life can lyk to just end! Because there's nothing left! Everything I want was just taken from me! I am now being restrained from doing wot I love! Its even more painful cuz of who infact is restraining me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a fight! a fucking BIG fight! I wasn't fighting her anyway. I was fighting them. And then she came along. I couldn't  help myself from putting my anger on her!.. Now I wish I didn't ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There r just times when I'm rily angry, and I can't help wotsoever happens or woteva actions I take. Nd I hate that!.. I hardly get angry, almost never!.. So when I do, its lyk all the previous anger just wells up, lyk it was bottled waiting to get out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know why I flared up that way, I can't even tell her. I only get that way when I'm being prevented from doing something I really want to, or something I've set my mind to do. I never want to make her sad..never! I just happened to be the victim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There r times when my outlet for anger is just mere screaming, venting! My fists clench into balls of iron-flesh and wish for nothing more than to slam into a hardened surface. However, that would give me enough scars on my knuckles to last a lifetime; I’ve might have broken a few bones by hitting hard surfaces. But now, the consequences of those actions are too severe for those angry moments and madness. Something subtler is more efficient to ward off these “demons.” Preoccupation with books, music, friends, etc. helps to keep me from reaching such extreme levels of anger. But now there was nothing there, I was left alone wit nothing but those I was fighting. From level to level, the anger rose, till its peak. I couldn't control it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is being taken away, as a punishment for losing it, wot they call, 'disrespect and shame' .. I dint mean any of it! I dint! But now she won't listen! No one would listen! I'm being threatened by the one I love most!.. My school, my career,my freedom! All taken away! I'm now treated like a slave! A prisoner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse circumstances! And coincidences! I curse all things that landed me here! If I hadn't waited a week longer! If I had thrown fun away and gone back to school earlier! if I dint have a well paying audition to attend! I curse sleep too! And the lack of it! It had the greatest hand in puttin me in this situation! If I were able to control myself and my anger! If I was able to see tru it and calm my nerves! All dis wouldn't have happened! I won't be here! I won't be this way! Fuck them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it happened! And I'm here! How to deal with this eludes me! How to handle this situation is beyond deciphering.. I'm not good with submission..and in pretense, the lack of remorse would always be visible! I'm lost as to what to do. Maybe I shuld just serve the punishment... But I doubt I'd live to complete it! How can i exist if everything my life centers on has been removed? How do I survive when I can't do anything freely!. If I runaway, I would be like a fugitive! I rest my case, I would sit here all day, the very spot on which I'm sitting as I type dis post... I've cried all the tears out, there's nothing left..my eyes r dry and I can cry no more! So that's it! I'm sitting here..maybe I'd doze off! And maybe, just maybe! When I get up, I'd discover this was all a dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-271961271963694971?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/271961271963694971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-mere-venting.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/271961271963694971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/271961271963694971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-mere-venting.html' title='Not mere Venting!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-8371293800254251618</id><published>2011-04-01T02:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T03:08:06.219+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pranks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='april fools day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Happy April Fools Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Its april fools day again! my best day of the month! hehe ;D .we all know April 1st is a day for gags and pranks. when you have the license to poke fun, play pranks, and tease your friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;the day when all mischevious pple are at their best! So lookout everyone, there could be a prank right under your seat! Or probably right there: under your nose!&amp;nbsp;culd even inside ur closet,or outside you door! just beware!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Then, back in secondary when april fools day was in full swing..(now its just there), pple pullin stupid silly pranks.&amp;nbsp;and could be&amp;nbsp;annoying if the joke was on you :p .haha! i so wish i could remember the last april fools prank i played..i can..its just&amp;nbsp;kinda blurry now , its sha written down somewhere in my diary. maybe i'd post it later. blah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy urself..use the liscence you have today very well! no deadly jokes o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUJxf8gha_4/TZUuZHxU_SI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Nc-BNJV2KDk/s1600/2009-Happy-april-fools%2527-day-puppy-story-sign-trick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" 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LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6m7VXnl6es0/TZUulvk5stI/AAAAAAAAAvo/vo7XwmN1ouo/s1600/April-Fool-s-Day-25.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6m7VXnl6es0/TZUulvk5stI/AAAAAAAAAvo/vo7XwmN1ouo/s320/April-Fool-s-Day-25.gif" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gotcha! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine is goin to be spent workin *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;all the same , have a fun day! do not believe any/all news u hear or read today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;play funny pranks, dont be dry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the pranker, not the fool! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zfQGx5FqeE/TZUvzslugfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2bbmUKn5Bqg/s1600/funny-happy-1-april-fools-day-pictures-to-color-for-kidshh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7zfQGx5FqeE/TZUvzslugfI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2bbmUKn5Bqg/s320/funny-happy-1-april-fools-day-pictures-to-color-for-kidshh.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a safe April Fool's Day!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-8371293800254251618?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/8371293800254251618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-april-fools-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8371293800254251618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8371293800254251618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-april-fools-day.html' title='Happy April Fools Day!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUJxf8gha_4/TZUuZHxU_SI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Nc-BNJV2KDk/s72-c/2009-Happy-april-fools%2527-day-puppy-story-sign-trick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-3439919277675091424</id><published>2011-03-31T23:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:45:22.716+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='louboutin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy about'/><title type='text'>All i want for Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq-Lxoj6V4A/TZUA81oPUgI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/iJxNSn59EWQ/s1600/louboutin-burlesque.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq-Lxoj6V4A/TZUA81oPUgI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/iJxNSn59EWQ/s400/louboutin-burlesque.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw it, i liked it, i want it, i wish i would get it! ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! louboutins! i first saw these shoes in burlesque (movie).. my mouth literally dropped! i just had to rewind and pause! seeen! these r the kind of shoes that just makes you look fabulous! regardless of what kinda dress u have on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gon talk too much, and this post wuld be very short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the shoes! louboutin shoes in general, the whole red sole and signature thingy he does..soo unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but fantasize! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cc @_nonye_ this is all i want! lol #notjoking o! &lt;br /&gt;#okbye! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-3439919277675091424?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/3439919277675091424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-i-want-for-easter.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3439919277675091424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3439919277675091424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-i-want-for-easter.html' title='All i want for 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nancye sims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Creed To Live By</title><content type='html'>Don't let your life slip through your fingers&lt;br /&gt;by living in the past or for the future.&lt;br /&gt;By living your life one day at a time,&lt;br /&gt;you live all the days of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up when you still have something to give.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect.&lt;br /&gt;It is this fragile thread that binds us to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to encounter risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find.(guilty)&lt;br /&gt;The quickest way to receive love is to give love.&lt;br /&gt;The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly;&lt;br /&gt;and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dismiss your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be without dreams is to be without hope;&lt;br /&gt;to be without hope is to be without purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Don't run through life so fast that you forget&lt;br /&gt;not only where you've been, but also where you're going.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored&lt;br /&gt;each step of the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2453520485806213340?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2453520485806213340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/creed-to-live-by_30.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2453520485806213340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2453520485806213340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/creed-to-live-by_30.html' title='A Creed To Live By'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2603787156090864777</id><published>2011-03-28T10:03:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T00:25:04.098+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanel iman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='likes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jumpsuits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sun glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leggins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clutches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fab things'/><title type='text'>Things that can't just get past me!</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm kachi and I'm a freak! :) when it comes to shoes, fashion, ankara prints...sometimes bags.. &lt;br /&gt;I just go crazy, totally hypnotized! I could stare at a certain shoe or dress for looong! Then my mind goes "ahhhhhh money is good!"&lt;br /&gt;As in Fuckin good!! Choi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some things that my eyes just can't see and look away, without moping extensively! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) --sHOEs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Somebody can kill me on top shoe o! And I won't even know I'm dead! O.o err did dat make sense?? *shrugs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**point ..I like shoes die! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVog8aTw5_E/TZACvyNpxDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/7WJtGo25-uU/s1600/tumblr_li2yvwe2W81qz9qooo1_r1_50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVog8aTw5_E/TZACvyNpxDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/7WJtGo25-uU/s400/tumblr_li2yvwe2W81qz9qooo1_r1_50.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;When i'm in a shoe shop, drooling over a shoe as usual..my sister wuld ask what a shoe adds to my life and why i can "mumu" myself by staring too much! LOL rme* what does she know sef! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;thing is.. every girl needs a pair of shoes, that's a given. its very essential! it automatically adds flavour to ur outfit&amp;nbsp;and boosts ur look! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRfykoGRc4s/TY_in0tzEKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/aJfmKzIACY4/s1600/tumblr_liq2tu6VDq1qeef36o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRfykoGRc4s/TY_in0tzEKI/AAAAAAAAAoc/aJfmKzIACY4/s400/tumblr_liq2tu6VDq1qeef36o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;studded heels,pumps, or anything that aint ugly goes for me.. nd whatever i feel comfortable in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--yeDim10xlU/TY_jL4PzehI/AAAAAAAAAog/WwHA323og90/s1600/tumblr_liq7pvDrJX1qa1262o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--yeDim10xlU/TY_jL4PzehI/AAAAAAAAAog/WwHA323og90/s320/tumblr_liq7pvDrJX1qa1262o1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;when it comes to designer shoes, i'm very selective.. if its designers, and its ugly, i definitely wont buy it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Rily lovely pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pictures..which ever kind. Either pictures of me,taken by me or by a photographer, or pictures of models in magazines. I admire photography..the art...n u knw, photography is a skill that not everyone is gifted with,&amp;nbsp;so when ever I see a wonderfully taken shot,i appreciate it.&amp;nbsp;its just sort of appealing. Sometimes I look at a picture and I'm just happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1AW16xCoa0/TY_jqqI6imI/AAAAAAAAAok/UBuAX-IpwaA/s1600/g2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1AW16xCoa0/TY_jqqI6imI/AAAAAAAAAok/UBuAX-IpwaA/s320/g2.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like dancing... her face,the look, the concept and the way everything just blends in.... I so like!&lt;br /&gt;And the girl fine sha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blh7I5xuTmQ/TY_kNqTTzeI/AAAAAAAAAoo/_UawoyRDNGc/s1600/tumblr_lh1z9suDBY1qb4jnuo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-blh7I5xuTmQ/TY_kNqTTzeI/AAAAAAAAAoo/_UawoyRDNGc/s320/tumblr_lh1z9suDBY1qb4jnuo1_500.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Black is Beautiful! Agree or die! :p .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Imvj3Vpjs6c/TY_lkA3CYjI/AAAAAAAAAos/yVELoCazRzE/s1600/tumblr_li88eeDeD91qhjnz3o1_50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Imvj3Vpjs6c/TY_lkA3CYjI/AAAAAAAAAos/yVELoCazRzE/s400/tumblr_li88eeDeD91qhjnz3o1_50.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;nothing much to say.. they're always lookin good,. nice picture..lovely,pretty models, i just&amp;nbsp;like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) short hairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pF9KcNeLJw8/TY_md0se13I/AAAAAAAAAow/N-IM8CgoeD4/s1600/47d67c41c21f73fb_RiKeri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pF9KcNeLJw8/TY_md0se13I/AAAAAAAAAow/N-IM8CgoeD4/s320/47d67c41c21f73fb_RiKeri.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice hair do's always catch my attention, especially short hair cuts like rihanna's . its versatile, chic, tho not that easy to maintain...but&amp;nbsp; still very nice, it flatters the face and makes you look attractive.&lt;br /&gt;[my opinion: I think rihanna Practically nailed short haircuts in her 'Rated R' album nd its kinda still trending!..what can i say? *shrugs* she* bad like dat!&amp;nbsp; keri also used to do some rily nice hairstyles, dont knw wot happend :| ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ld4jUfHu6Lg/TY_nLb0jFjI/AAAAAAAAAo0/B_1knMdfq0U/s1600/rihanna-russian-roulette-video-preview-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ld4jUfHu6Lg/TY_nLb0jFjI/AAAAAAAAAo0/B_1knMdfq0U/s320/rihanna-russian-roulette-video-preview-0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;for now, its rihanna's i dig...i havent done anyone of these tho. i like them, but cant do them. &amp;nbsp;i'm always pessimistic about cutting my hair. cuz if i go short, i'd have to go on it for a long time... and ah..abeg!&amp;nbsp;its too stressful, it needs to&amp;nbsp;be cut often, and i'd prolly have to increase the number of times&amp;nbsp;i go to the salon..if&amp;nbsp;i want to keep it looking good.&amp;nbsp;but seriously, when i finally decide to cut it, i might..if its still in vogue..do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Chanel Iman&lt;br /&gt;she's human.. but i cant see her and not stare lyk a fool! #nohomo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BW7w_AE0fw/TY_o3_JnPlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/4on6Y2CnKJk/s1600/400px-Chanel_Imanc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BW7w_AE0fw/TY_o3_JnPlI/AAAAAAAAAo8/4on6Y2CnKJk/s320/400px-Chanel_Imanc.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been jazzed by her! thats the only explanation as to how i wuld love a girl lyk this!..me i'm afraid o!&amp;nbsp;I sooo love her! And those her long legs... *fans self* it totally&amp;nbsp;trips me! And she knows just&amp;nbsp;how to show it off wella! Mscheww..rme* but I love her like that sha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEk3aN4fRyA/TY_qUR-udLI/AAAAAAAAApA/Wx_lw95cG5s/s1600/tumblr_lewwpyavx71qb6at0o1_50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WEk3aN4fRyA/TY_qUR-udLI/AAAAAAAAApA/Wx_lw95cG5s/s320/tumblr_lewwpyavx71qb6at0o1_50.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;besides, she's friendly, nice and funny..so whats not to like?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Clutches nd Bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JfLKtBZ_KWo/TY_rLIrnTRI/AAAAAAAAApE/o8t8zhdfmJ4/s1600/414022_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JfLKtBZ_KWo/TY_rLIrnTRI/AAAAAAAAApE/o8t8zhdfmJ4/s400/414022_.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rily nice bags or a clutch, I love!... I like clutches more tho, they're quite small and easy to carry..so much more preferable to some big bogus bags people carry about. Its simple, portable..nothing too much..nothing too expensive, one of the reasons i prefer clutches is that an inexpensive&amp;nbsp;one can improve any outfit without breaking the bank..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAJIdR1fckE/TY_rncgTyEI/AAAAAAAAApI/L0UER3r_oUY/s1600/tumblr_lgvcamMzHM1qf7ikto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAJIdR1fckE/TY_rncgTyEI/AAAAAAAAApI/L0UER3r_oUY/s320/tumblr_lgvcamMzHM1qf7ikto1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand bags can be rily stressful..so most times I only carry&amp;nbsp;them when I'm goin to school, or I have soo much stuff to hold..or when I just want to show off if its original&amp;nbsp;;D ..which has never been the case :| (seen, i'm not that into them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55WCtRkYObA/TY_sbT9GxhI/AAAAAAAAApM/m5MqG0gwEXo/s1600/tumblr_lht9o5svO71qhwpyco1_40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55WCtRkYObA/TY_sbT9GxhI/AAAAAAAAApM/m5MqG0gwEXo/s400/tumblr_lht9o5svO71qhwpyco1_40.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but some could be rily beautiful and wantable! ok, so i have to get this channel bag! it just looks good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0COCEFsYonM/TZJpQ6oqYjI/AAAAAAAAAss/F_0g71T-vHw/s1600/jjj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0COCEFsYonM/TZJpQ6oqYjI/AAAAAAAAAss/F_0g71T-vHw/s400/jjj.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;small bags are cool too..and they fit just right in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Long Legs&lt;br /&gt;This is odd, but truth is, i'm crazy about long legs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qM-S5D4VYQ0/TZBC73BrJBI/AAAAAAAAAp8/js69uqCcI7s/s1600/chanel-iman7+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qM-S5D4VYQ0/TZBC73BrJBI/AAAAAAAAAp8/js69uqCcI7s/s320/chanel-iman7+%25282%2529.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*now wailing and crying* I waaaaannnnttt! :'(...... Seriously! These r times when I ask God WhY??..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* okay let's get back..I like girls with long legss #nohomo. they always look...i donno, but there's just something about them..&amp;nbsp; plus,they&amp;nbsp;can just comfortably wear anything and they'd look good, like when I see them on shorts or leggins.. i just want to cry : its not fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qu1xPiTncIU/TZBFP4IBbpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/b7IzK20S64Q/s1600/7C116632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qu1xPiTncIU/TZBFP4IBbpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/b7IzK20S64Q/s320/7C116632.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me I'm still praying to God o, that I wuld just wake up one mornin and I'd have grown rily long legs...LOL! That wuld just be freakkkyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Clothes/ outfits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a fan of over sophisticated or over wotever clothes&amp;nbsp;that could nearly choke me to death! nah.. i dont do such.. for me, anything that isn't stressful to get into..PerfecT! Nice cool outfits, most times I prefer comfy ones.. Considering I kinda hate clothes...seen, I like clothes, but I love my skin better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPjh-HUmGbc/TY_w_NMFmTI/AAAAAAAAApU/ipqw_sG5T2k/s1600/tumblr_lib7gnPj9Z1qdedkno1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPjh-HUmGbc/TY_w_NMFmTI/AAAAAAAAApU/ipqw_sG5T2k/s400/tumblr_lib7gnPj9Z1qdedkno1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like simple but still stylish outfits... U know, no stress but u'd still look good..&amp;nbsp; experimenting with clothes is fun tew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaHe_ULf41o/TY_x_UMtcfI/AAAAAAAAApY/g4ij0-UcCwE/s1600/tumblr_lib2xwSnrQ1qi4xufo1_50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QaHe_ULf41o/TY_x_UMtcfI/AAAAAAAAApY/g4ij0-UcCwE/s320/tumblr_lib2xwSnrQ1qi4xufo1_50.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short little skirts... I likey.. preferably with a small long handed bag ( I don't know d name they call it) or any bag at all...&amp;nbsp;it always just looks good ..pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFrOUBqlPGU/TY_yu7B0OkI/AAAAAAAAApc/SiVD0y0cYoY/s1600/tumblr_lh1ay3sdOj1qe1ze3o1_50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QFrOUBqlPGU/TY_yu7B0OkI/AAAAAAAAApc/SiVD0y0cYoY/s400/tumblr_lh1ay3sdOj1qe1ze3o1_50.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Shorts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSakNF09NHo/TY_9sANtZrI/AAAAAAAAApg/mnpTcLU7jPk/s1600/1209-blake-lively-1-d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bSakNF09NHo/TY_9sANtZrI/AAAAAAAAApg/mnpTcLU7jPk/s400/1209-blake-lively-1-d.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;they just make everything easier! ur legs can move freely, u can sit how ever you want...my kind of person, I'm not just into that sittin properly, legs together or crossed at the ankle...abeg jorr...which one is all dat? Rme*... I like sittin in a way that I'd be comfortable and relaxed.....except i'm at an event sha...hmmph &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6tYdxNXjEk/TZGephDiphI/AAAAAAAAAsY/CCZD7942Yak/s1600/tumblr_lira96NkLF1qezb4to1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6tYdxNXjEk/TZGephDiphI/AAAAAAAAAsY/CCZD7942Yak/s320/tumblr_lira96NkLF1qezb4to1_500.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes! i like comfort.. just in case u were wondering! lyk who doesnt!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ankara prints/Designs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pauses* I can't even shout ... 1) if u think you know me, and you don't know that I looooooooooove african and ankara prints/ designs ... U just have to think again!&lt;br /&gt;Infact, if u're my friend and you don't know, I shuld prolly de-friend u! lol JK.. not rily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo5BBL4xU6w/TY_-tYPKIdI/AAAAAAAAApk/tYn2Qb7FDMw/s1600/tumblr_l5jd0yANJb1qcoxxyo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo5BBL4xU6w/TY_-tYPKIdI/AAAAAAAAApk/tYn2Qb7FDMw/s320/tumblr_l5jd0yANJb1qcoxxyo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lies down, crosses legs, staring* this is soo lovely! and creative..especially the bangle ish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9rL4jwfNgU/TY__AsXnigI/AAAAAAAAApo/ISwBuaRdhOI/s1600/tumblr_lgcyysbLP61qgehhyo1_40.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U9rL4jwfNgU/TY__AsXnigI/AAAAAAAAApo/ISwBuaRdhOI/s400/tumblr_lgcyysbLP61qgehhyo1_40.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;anything ankara goes perfectly with whatever it is sewn into.. and i can rock it any day anytime!&amp;nbsp;err.. except d club! tho i've seen someone wearing it in a&amp;nbsp;club b4! smh wots dat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aCCxmgfnpgk/TZABUz18_PI/AAAAAAAAAps/OPOHTLs4AGs/s1600/tumblr_lhjlw7RBBm1qgehhyo1_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aCCxmgfnpgk/TZABUz18_PI/AAAAAAAAAps/OPOHTLs4AGs/s400/tumblr_lhjlw7RBBm1qgehhyo1_4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i love the pink n blue&amp;nbsp;jumpsuit thingy..really nice! i think i'd sew somfin lyk dat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fH3xJPLN41g/TZABzIPgFmI/AAAAAAAAApw/176HEgU9wuU/s1600/155576_157724790938647_129150077129452_289455_7124619_n+%25282.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fH3xJPLN41g/TZABzIPgFmI/AAAAAAAAApw/176HEgU9wuU/s320/155576_157724790938647_129150077129452_289455_7124619_n+%25282.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ankara shorts are pretty cool too.. goes with heels, and wotever.. tho d yellow shirt/top...hmmm..off the runway, it might just look a little odd! haha! that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top&amp;nbsp;8 things i like that cant just get past me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u cant help but like tew rite/! yh, i knw ;)&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2603787156090864777?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2603787156090864777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-that-cant-just-get-past-me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2603787156090864777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2603787156090864777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/things-that-cant-just-get-past-me.html' title='Things that can&apos;t just get past me!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVog8aTw5_E/TZACvyNpxDI/AAAAAAAAAp0/7WJtGo25-uU/s72-c/tumblr_li2yvwe2W81qz9qooo1_r1_50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-7079428897871558396</id><published>2011-03-27T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:53:06.903+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chattering'/><title type='text'>The girl in the black dress..</title><content type='html'>Yh, I change things a lot! #100factsaboutme :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  ***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty girl, slim, average height, dark skinned, lovely smile :D , cute face *rme, annoyingly chubby hands nd feet x) ... Loves shoes and black dresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the black dress practically portrays a girl who loves fashion, shopping and everything fab! Her crazy moments, mischievous doings, family, friends, pals, peers, people,  crushes, boys,  girls, books, turn on's , turn off's , likes , dislikes, jobs, life, rants, vents, fears, feelings, thoughts, school, religion, freaks,  bad times, sad situations, painful occurrences, breakdowns , breakthroughs, experiences , confessions, jokes, random, movies, music, moods, lessons, secrets, issues,  shoes, shopping, clothes......! Basically everything! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*whew* complete! I'm hoping I don't see a need to redo it again tho..cuz this seems fine to me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same! I hope u lyk it! ;) ...... Yh, if there's anything u hv to say, anything u feel doesn't suit in..feel free to tell me..I'd appreciate ur opinion! A sensible nd reasonable one tho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exhales* okay then.. Toodles! :*&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-7079428897871558396?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/7079428897871558396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-in-black-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7079428897871558396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7079428897871558396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-in-black-dress.html' title='The girl in the black dress..'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-5479495855361387473</id><published>2011-03-27T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:50:51.729+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deceit'/><title type='text'>Twisted Deception #3</title><content type='html'>....Like shattering glass to my ears&lt;br /&gt;As painful as a double edge sword driven through my chest&lt;br /&gt;Speechless and defenseless, unable to make sense&lt;br /&gt;I went numb, a loud noise banging in my head &lt;br /&gt;I walked through the crowd almost wishing I were dead&lt;br /&gt;He had played me, he moved faster than I did&lt;br /&gt;I was beaten at my own game&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, how could I be so lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had said I was a harlot&lt;br /&gt;A god forsaken shameless slut&lt;br /&gt;That I begged him to sleep with me&lt;br /&gt;He said I wouldn't let him be&lt;br /&gt;That I said I was lonely&lt;br /&gt;And wanted him as my honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless,  dazed&lt;br /&gt;Confused, totally amazed&lt;br /&gt;But the painful part was&lt;br /&gt;People actually believed him&lt;br /&gt;I was the bad one now&lt;br /&gt;The lying cheat and the bad friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around, striving to find help&lt;br /&gt;From whosoever! Everyone was backing away&lt;br /&gt;Like I was infected,refusing to touch me lyk I was a leper&lt;br /&gt;I look again down the hall way, I saw a lonely figure&lt;br /&gt;Staring at me with so much disappointment in its eyes&lt;br /&gt;It was her, my best friend.. Thinking I betrayed her&lt;br /&gt;That I deceived her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only she knew, that it was the other way round&lt;br /&gt;If she knew, that she had gotten it twisted&lt;br /&gt;If she knew that she was being deceived&lt;br /&gt;But she wuldnt hear of it&lt;br /&gt;She was drawn to him, her heart totally hooked&lt;br /&gt;If only she knew that she was in love with deception&lt;br /&gt;That she kissed, hugged and trusted deception&lt;br /&gt;That's the only thing I think of when I see him&lt;br /&gt;'That lying deceitful b*stard!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let this happen&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let her continue this way&lt;br /&gt;She had to know the thruth&lt;br /&gt;She had to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the last of my courage&lt;br /&gt;As I shoved shame into the trash&lt;br /&gt;I rushed towards her, she moved deeper into the wall&lt;br /&gt;As I tried to touch her arm, she flinched&lt;br /&gt;My heart wept! How fast things change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul screamed for her to hear me out&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, if only she would listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, her face twined like she'd puke&lt;br /&gt;she called me a liar, a miserable friend&lt;br /&gt;She called me a back stabber, &lt;br /&gt;she would never again be friends with&lt;br /&gt;Why was she being so stubborn&lt;br /&gt;So unyielding, why did she find it so hard&lt;br /&gt;To give me a listening ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed to be heard out&lt;br /&gt;I screamed 'this is all a lie!'&lt;br /&gt;I screamed 'please believe me!'&lt;br /&gt;I screamed like a deranged animal&lt;br /&gt;My screams unlike that of any mammal&lt;br /&gt;More like a wild beast about to devour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she dint listen, blocking her ears&lt;br /&gt;Closing her heart to my cries and pleads&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted, breathless, scour ged&lt;br /&gt;I gave up, I could fight no more&lt;br /&gt;She failed to listen&lt;br /&gt;To heed my warning&lt;br /&gt;What more could I do?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked up to us, a smirk on his face&lt;br /&gt;he said 'boo let's go, she's gone crazy'&lt;br /&gt;Right there, I would have bitten his tongue off!&lt;br /&gt;If I had the strength!, she moved into his arms&lt;br /&gt;Smiling like a child who just got a special toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in me shattered&lt;br /&gt;I finally broke down and I wept &lt;br /&gt;And the last words I ever heard from her&lt;br /&gt;That hit me like a terrible wind in a tsunami&lt;br /&gt;'You worthless whore!' She spat at my feet&lt;br /&gt;Turned and walked away, with the very evil&lt;br /&gt;She thought she had gotten rid of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had gotten it all twisted&lt;br /&gt;She got the truth all mixed up&lt;br /&gt;And no one except me knew that&lt;br /&gt;She held him like a newly won trophy&lt;br /&gt;Laughing like she had no problems,&lt;br /&gt;No worries, like her life  was now bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me from afar, tho the distance&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't miss that evil smile&lt;br /&gt;That undeniable air of victory&lt;br /&gt;And that shrug of mockery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend was gone&lt;br /&gt;Gone beyond my reach&lt;br /&gt;Gone to be with that leech&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the grip of deceit&lt;br /&gt;Embraced by lies and false tales&lt;br /&gt;Deeply drawn  into a web of deception!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-5479495855361387473?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/5479495855361387473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/twisted-deception-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5479495855361387473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5479495855361387473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/twisted-deception-3.html' title='Twisted Deception #3'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2419543528927570935</id><published>2011-03-24T17:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T17:58:35.683+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>You know when you feel like everything is going wrong&lt;br /&gt;Like things aren't going the way they're supposed to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like everything is turning against you&lt;br /&gt;And you're left all alone, just you in an empty world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the exact description of my feelings now..&lt;br /&gt;Its almost like I'm even the one wasting my time, my talent... But maybe sometimes things don't just happen.&lt;br /&gt;People say God's time is the best, I believe that... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most times I wonder if I haven't waited long enough already, haven't I been patient enough? Sitting, waiting not selfishly demanding, but humbly asking for that big break, that would sweep me off my feet and place on a golden throne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I even feel like the little I have left is slowly drifting away, slipping gradually from my fingers... I'm holding tight, but its just lyk squeezing a soap to tight, it still eventually slips away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I blame it on everything..maybe my prayers are not strong enough, maybe I'm not trying hard enough, may be I'm not truly determined... Cuz I know I've fought hard for this, so the reason I still remain stagnant and unmoved is beyond me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could a girl do, how much more effort can she put in to get that which she desperately desires?... Needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems just okay to rightly give up, to turn around and say I quit! But each and every time, there's always something that stops me, that holds me back and gives me hope... I don't know what it is or where within me it comes from... But Its what keeps me going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things come to those who believe... I guess mine is just taking a little longer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2419543528927570935?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2419543528927570935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/untitled_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2419543528927570935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2419543528927570935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/untitled_24.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-432500891541895965</id><published>2011-03-22T19:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:00:17.794+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deceit'/><title type='text'>Twisted Deception #2</title><content type='html'>...Trying not to read meaning into it&lt;br /&gt;I kept talking like I heard nothing&lt;br /&gt;He said he had things to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Things he kept inside for so long&lt;br /&gt;My mind went blank, my brain refusing to think&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if afraid of what it might discover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared my throat &lt;br /&gt;As a sign for him to continue&lt;br /&gt;I wish I hadn't let him..&lt;br /&gt;He started telling me how sweet I was,&lt;br /&gt;How I could make guys fall&lt;br /&gt;Without even blinking&lt;br /&gt;How my innocent hugs did things to him&lt;br /&gt;I knew where this was going&lt;br /&gt;I should have stopped him before it went further&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, I wanted to hear it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he wanted me&lt;br /&gt;That he had always wanted me from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;He said he wanted to hold me tight &lt;br /&gt;And kiss me slowly&lt;br /&gt;He said he wanted to squeeze me&lt;br /&gt;And suck me silly&lt;br /&gt;»Omg I thought he was high«&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he loved me&lt;br /&gt;----what??!----&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to go out with him&lt;br /&gt;He said he would dump her &lt;br /&gt;Just to be with me&lt;br /&gt;»Wait! ..WhO??!«&lt;br /&gt;(Was it my best friend? The same one he said he could die for?&lt;br /&gt;Was she the one he was referring to?)&lt;br /&gt;I was dazed, disgusted by his audacity&lt;br /&gt;By the 'efontry' he had to spit such rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;I told him he was mad, if he tot I would ever do that&lt;br /&gt;He dint stop calling and pestering&lt;br /&gt;He dint stop with his flirting and sensual mumbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in for it... I never bargained this&lt;br /&gt;In trying to help a friend &lt;br /&gt;I've left myself amiss&lt;br /&gt;I was good at solving peoples problems&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I was unable to solve mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I tried failed, all remedies turned negative&lt;br /&gt;I had one more solution &lt;br /&gt;My last hope, my last resort..&lt;br /&gt;Blackmail&lt;br /&gt;It was the only thing I hadn't tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for him to call that night&lt;br /&gt;He did, I told him I wanted to be left alone&lt;br /&gt;And I would be the last time I was going to plead&lt;br /&gt;I told him I was fed up, tired, exhausted&lt;br /&gt;Of all his crap and bullshit&lt;br /&gt;He just laughed,(just wait n hear wot I hv to say,&lt;br /&gt;U won't be laughing anymore bxtch)&lt;br /&gt;I said I had a recorded memo of one of our previous &lt;br /&gt;Conversations&lt;br /&gt;I said I was going to make sure she got it &lt;br /&gt;His mood changed, I felt it&lt;br /&gt;He stopped laughing, it had hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became serious, a lil angry&lt;br /&gt;Buh wot da fock! I dint care&lt;br /&gt;He begged me not to,&lt;br /&gt;dat he dint want to hurt her&lt;br /&gt;Dat he wouldn't dare&lt;br /&gt;(Lying fool)&lt;br /&gt;That he would free me &lt;br /&gt;How glad! I was finally let be&lt;br /&gt;He let the matter rest and never called again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back to school&lt;br /&gt;Everything looked fine&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, something felt wrong&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was a rumor&lt;br /&gt;People whispering, throwing disgusted glances at me&lt;br /&gt;I was totally lost, unaware as to what exactly was going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went about my everyday life&lt;br /&gt;Tho with people treating me like a diseased patient&lt;br /&gt;It really was hard&lt;br /&gt;I noticed my friend had been avoiding me&lt;br /&gt;Omg what now? What could it be&lt;br /&gt;I was going to lose it&lt;br /&gt;Dis silence slicing tru me like dead meat&lt;br /&gt;Somebody say something!&lt;br /&gt;Dammit say anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-432500891541895965?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/432500891541895965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/twisted-deception-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/432500891541895965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/432500891541895965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/twisted-deception-2.html' title='Twisted Deception #2'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-6055491810735268827</id><published>2011-03-19T11:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:25:38.792+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants. personal'/><title type='text'>Break? my foot!</title><content type='html'>Soo much for spring break! I'm thinking... I shuld giv up on planning certain things! Cuz pple lyk my mum r always there to meddle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned my break perfectly.... outings, a makeover, hanging with pple I've been posting cuz of school nd &lt;br /&gt;exams..shopping, jobs, shoots... My plans all laid out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the call came, that call from that one person we (my sis nd I) knew was goin to spoil every thing...that call that makes our shoulder drop nd makes us wonder "oh what now?!" {My mum's afta exams call} .... So we were practically forced to come home! ...no, I luv my house o, very much at that... But still..u knw.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohk blah! I don't even know how long this break is, and everybody keeps sayin different things.  Then my dear school is also confused, nd can't make up their mind on hw many weeks to give us for d break! That our VC needs to be flogged sha!.....now i don't even know where all this leaves me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis is going to india! (She not even that interested in goin o, nd I'm sure she won't even take a single picture! Except its by force)... Meaning... I'd be left alone in dis place! Nd as long as I'm in dis house, I can't hv fun to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I think I'm even starting to sound problem-ed!  Woteva woteva! Dis break can't even get more messed up! Arrgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-6055491810735268827?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/6055491810735268827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/break-my-foot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6055491810735268827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6055491810735268827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/break-my-foot.html' title='Break? my foot!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-7041369065420126234</id><published>2011-03-19T05:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:06:06.518+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-love'/><title type='text'>Twisted Deception #1</title><content type='html'>He was my best friends boy friend&lt;br /&gt;i was his girlfriends best friend&lt;br /&gt;i still wonder what he was thinking &lt;br /&gt;when he said something so stinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,let me pause and start from the beginning&lt;br /&gt;right back to where the drama began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were in love&lt;br /&gt;crazy in love&lt;br /&gt;they did everything for each other &lt;br /&gt;caring for one another&lt;br /&gt;everyone was jealous&lt;br /&gt;envious of what they both shared&lt;br /&gt;i was happy for them&lt;br /&gt;i mean, she was my friend&lt;br /&gt;and he was my paddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they spent their breaks together&lt;br /&gt;working out thier relationship and all other&lt;br /&gt;though sometimes they argued&lt;br /&gt;but they'd be back in two like nothing ever happend&lt;br /&gt;they were the best couple ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one night, right after dinner&lt;br /&gt;she ran to me crying like a sinner&lt;br /&gt;her face swollen,her eyes red with tears&lt;br /&gt;she pulled my shirt and said 'after all these years'&lt;br /&gt;i was confused, short of words&lt;br /&gt;i asked what she meant, why she was so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just stared, her eyes wide with fear&lt;br /&gt;unable to speak,choked by her tear&lt;br /&gt;then it hit me, dang! he had broken her heart&lt;br /&gt;one thing he promised he wuld never do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she spoke, her voice breaking,with sobs in between&lt;br /&gt;she told me, "he said he wanted space,&lt;br /&gt;time to figure out what nd who he needed in his life"&lt;br /&gt;how could he do that to her, when he knew how much she loved him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dint know what to do, but i told her one thing&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i hoped could calm her down&lt;br /&gt;i told her i was goin to talk to him &lt;br /&gt;i prayed it worked&lt;br /&gt;i prayed i would be able to talk sense into him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, i talked to him&lt;br /&gt;he responded quite well, actually better than expected&lt;br /&gt;he said all the things she ever did that rily hurt him&lt;br /&gt;he said he wasnt breaking up with her,that he never would&lt;br /&gt;i was so relieved i wanted to squirm!&lt;br /&gt;i told her all was fine, she smiled&lt;br /&gt;and once again i had helped fix things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one night, i got a call, an unknown number&lt;br /&gt;it turned out to be him&lt;br /&gt;what an unexpected surprise&lt;br /&gt;he said he missed me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-7041369065420126234?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/7041369065420126234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7041369065420126234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7041369065420126234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/1.html' title='Twisted Deception #1'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-6877988640792637484</id><published>2011-03-06T10:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:32:59.633+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Willow- 21st century girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ssXBE4UvZ0/TXNZgl1n3lI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/iUovm36BHKc/s1600/willow-smith-21st-century-girl-video-shoot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ssXBE4UvZ0/TXNZgl1n3lI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/iUovm36BHKc/s320/willow-smith-21st-century-girl-video-shoot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...willow smith,famous child star.Young,pretty and talented. Astounding energy, nd she's got one hell of an atitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really blog on such, but i was just so damn proud of her after watching her perfomance that i couldnt help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people say things about her, bad, and yh repremanding.. wot i can say is 'she's just chasing her dreams'.except,i think she rily shuld put out time to go to school.. btw, just cuz she's signed to JayZ's label dont mean she'd join the illuminati! people should stop saying rubbish, she's just having fun..so please, stop taking life too serious! play, laugh and do what you love.cuz trust me, there's plenty of time to be dead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find her all too intresting..she's doing her thing..and i think she's doing it right.. (okay, except when she dresses odd to certain events sha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just heard of her new release '21st century girl' i couldnt get the official video tho, but was able to get the video on her performance on oprah.. i loved it! her voice, her energy, her dance..her hair..everything was just right!&lt;br /&gt;She should keep doing her jorr! thats the best she can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, all that was just 'bleh'... here's d video of her performance on oprah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hLM2rYn7JQE?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg,she has lovely eyes :)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlKswblXAns/TXNw3r0lKvI/AAAAAAAAAjY/y0pKUT88II4/s1600/Willow-Smith-Performs-on-Oprah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlKswblXAns/TXNw3r0lKvI/AAAAAAAAAjY/y0pKUT88II4/s320/Willow-Smith-Performs-on-Oprah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there u have it!  btw, what is ur opinion..do u feel she's over doing it? or you feel her parents aren't doing the right thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-6877988640792637484?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/6877988640792637484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/willow-smith-performing-whip-my-hair.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6877988640792637484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6877988640792637484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/03/willow-smith-performing-whip-my-hair.html' title='Willow- 21st century girl'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ssXBE4UvZ0/TXNZgl1n3lI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/iUovm36BHKc/s72-c/willow-smith-21st-century-girl-video-shoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2783861164076875534</id><published>2011-02-23T19:49:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:30:04.961+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>I'm the kind of girl..</title><content type='html'>i'm the kind of girl who most people just know her name, but not many take the time to know her. the one everyone sees walking past and they all just stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of girl who is 'one of the guys' &lt;br /&gt;the one who is always there for everyone &lt;br /&gt;else when they need it. the one who puts &lt;br /&gt;others before herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a jeans and T-shirt kind of girl.  &lt;br /&gt;who would rather be in shorts, big tee's &lt;br /&gt;and no make up at school, but dresses &lt;br /&gt;up because I just have to. &lt;br /&gt;(I even hate clothes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the kinda girl, who regrets little things &lt;br /&gt;from the past, like not moving to arts class &lt;br /&gt;Or not eating (beans)at least then i know&lt;br /&gt;i would be taller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the kinda girl who loves her sports, but &lt;br /&gt;also loves getting dressed all fancy and &lt;br /&gt;acting like a super model. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the kinda girl who can be &lt;br /&gt;hurt, but will take time to make someone else &lt;br /&gt;happy, even though she's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the kinda girl who acts all tough, but is &lt;br /&gt;really not as tough as you think, who could cry for the littlest thing .&lt;br /&gt;(Dont get this twisted! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of girl that jokes around, but sometimes likes to be serious. the kinda girl who acts like things &lt;br /&gt;dont bug her or hurt her, just so people dont think &lt;br /&gt;they are actually bothering her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the kinda girl who just wishes some &lt;br /&gt;things would change, the one that wants something &lt;br /&gt;different and new. and is sick of bulls**t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of girl who can take so much pain, and bottle it all up inside her. &lt;br /&gt;i'm the kind of girl that is afraid of rejection and denial, but yet risks so much. &lt;br /&gt;the kinda girl that you wouldnt realize what goes on &lt;br /&gt;at home, because at school she has a smile on her &lt;br /&gt;face. &lt;br /&gt;A kind of girl that turns the music up way too loud&lt;br /&gt;just to tune out reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the kind of girl who would burst out laughing at  something that happened 5 mins before&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm perfectly abnormal &lt;br /&gt;i'm not your average girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of girl that laughs at her mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;so pardon me if I laugh in your face. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of girl who loves to enjoy life and tries to focus on real things and real friendships.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of girl who thinks a guy isn't the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of girl who would make you fall real hard u won't even know when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;A girl who is a fearless bastard!;) A girl who knows what she wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of girl who watches tons of horror movies&lt;br /&gt;without getting scared,&lt;br /&gt;but could scream my house down if i sighted a rat&lt;br /&gt;I'm perfectly imperfect,and i dont kiss ass!&lt;br /&gt;i dont take crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is just who I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2783861164076875534?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2783861164076875534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-kind-of-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2783861164076875534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2783861164076875534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-kind-of-girl.html' title='I&apos;m the kind of girl..'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-5400318747044371063</id><published>2011-02-20T00:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T02:40:09.057+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arise magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arise 2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nigeria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arise fashion show'/><title type='text'>Arise Fashion Week!</title><content type='html'>Omg! ARISE! its all that's been in my head all week! so Arise Magazine is holding this year's Arise fashion week right here in Lagos Nigeria! so friggin excited! and so friggin sad! well, i'm sad cuz i dnt get to participate because of my forth coming exams&amp;gt;&amp;gt;blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who keep asking "what is Arise?"..here it is! Arise is a fashion magazine, which was launched at ThisDay Music &amp;amp; Fashion Festival at London's Royal Albert Hall on October 14, 2008 - an event made famous by former US magazine that celebrates African achievement in the realms of fashion, music, business and politics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first issue, and the present 2011 issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJPGcOi3eN8/TWA7YyLhS5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/gH8RrKd7jGE/s1600/arise_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJPGcOi3eN8/TWA7YyLhS5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/gH8RrKd7jGE/s320/arise_cover.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARISE magazine is the herald of modern Africa and its global cultural echo.&lt;br /&gt;"A lot. Of things going on in nigeria recently, and another guilty pleasure had been added to the list, and that’s the debut of Arise Magazine Fashion Week in Nigeria. YES, ARISE MAGAZINE, Africa’s first global style and culture magazine as with ARISE AFRICA FASHION COLLECTIVE, this showcase will come as the fitting end to the traditional fashion season after Paris Fashion Week and is designed to compete with and complete the world’s global Fashion Weeks.The show would be from the 10th of March till the 13th. The ARISE MAGAZINE FASHION WEEK will end with the ARISE MAGAZINE FASHION AWARDS on the night of 13 March 2010." The auditions for the event was held yesterday at rehab pool lounge Lagos. And yes! it really is a big thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, 50 designers would present their works! of which 20 has been chosen from nigeria!...Award Shows &amp;amp; Fashion Weeks are just one of the Favorite things i look forward to at the beginning of the year, but this year is even better. i&amp;nbsp;so cant wait to know the designers that would be there! My loviest Jewel by Lisa and Ituen Bassey would most definitely not&amp;nbsp;miss it!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but still, let me just let you in on a few others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jewel by Lisa (Nigeria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0QUecYpHsg/TWA94vNm12I/AAAAAAAAAbA/XeLBX8KEkCA/s1600/JL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0QUecYpHsg/TWA94vNm12I/AAAAAAAAAbA/XeLBX8KEkCA/s320/JL.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ituen Bassey (nigeria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VAeOk9XL4WI/TWA-ktKqWPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ASsoMV8goZs/s1600/IB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VAeOk9XL4WI/TWA-ktKqWPI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ASsoMV8goZs/s320/IB.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig Jacobs (South Africa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uRYI3vBzTpU/TWA-_dxYrsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/EM5pWWtArgE/s1600/craig+jacobs+sa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uRYI3vBzTpU/TWA-_dxYrsI/AAAAAAAAAbI/EM5pWWtArgE/s320/craig+jacobs+sa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalesso (South Africa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQQGLJszjHM/TWA_k8Xo-9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/m7QYUN-zhMI/s1600/Lalesso+SA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HQQGLJszjHM/TWA_k8Xo-9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/m7QYUN-zhMI/s320/Lalesso+SA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Chichia London (Tanzania)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6AuG3wk7PQ/TWBAJYL117I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EEvWgaseBu4/s1600/chichia+london+tanzania.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c6AuG3wk7PQ/TWBAJYL117I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EEvWgaseBu4/s320/chichia+london+tanzania.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taibo Bacar (Mozambique)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RryvN0bknUM/TWBAz2qG_HI/AAAAAAAAAbU/E8RegxjZlJw/s1600/taibo+bacar+mozambique.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RryvN0bknUM/TWBAz2qG_HI/AAAAAAAAAbU/E8RegxjZlJw/s320/taibo+bacar+mozambique.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sika Designs (Ghana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uqhECPwaQWg/TWBBJG9fyKI/AAAAAAAAAbY/vdEYdaIZjzM/s320/sika+designs+ghn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christe Brown (Ghana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtAhu8KYHpg/TWBBe_OjgSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/-x7zCEru4SI/s1600/christe+brown+ghn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WtAhu8KYHpg/TWBBe_OjgSI/AAAAAAAAAbc/-x7zCEru4SI/s320/christe+brown+ghn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thula Sindi (South Africa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-5BnssWbHc/TWBB5UK0CsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7HTF8DSdUbc/s1600/thula+sindi+sa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p-5BnssWbHc/TWBB5UK0CsI/AAAAAAAAAbg/7HTF8DSdUbc/s320/thula+sindi+sa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebra (Nigeria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wh59G7lNiHc/TWBCgJdPJtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/D-RiDlLngns/s1600/zebra+nig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wh59G7lNiHc/TWBCgJdPJtI/AAAAAAAAAbk/D-RiDlLngns/s320/zebra+nig.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoned Cherrie (South Africa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iqtoVEWjJs/TWBDJbBmdxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/A4d3EZyxE4w/s1600/stoned+cherrie+%2528sa%2528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3iqtoVEWjJs/TWBDJbBmdxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/A4d3EZyxE4w/s320/stoned+cherrie+%2528sa%2528.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Cole (Nigeria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ih_au99MeRk/TWBDiuUsa8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/4PCY1wkipEc/s1600/samantha+cole+nig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ih_au99MeRk/TWBDiuUsa8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/4PCY1wkipEc/s320/samantha+cole+nig.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boudoir Huitres(Ghana)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjIHVYWruxw/TWBDzaPHCtI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kCjcmh15_Kk/s1600/boudoir+de+huitres+ghn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjIHVYWruxw/TWBDzaPHCtI/AAAAAAAAAbw/kCjcmh15_Kk/s320/boudoir+de+huitres+ghn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Tiffany Amber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLZUWhY3QZ8/TWBEpPa55mI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_SbIzFZqVhI/s1600/TA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tLZUWhY3QZ8/TWBEpPa55mI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_SbIzFZqVhI/s320/TA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey (Nigeria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3PFZIQU4wI/TWBFJ-S1DrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jFWcbHMrCgM/s1600/Grey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o3PFZIQU4wI/TWBFJ-S1DrI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jFWcbHMrCgM/s320/Grey.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanre Da Silva (Nigeria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-DXT-R1Zgs/TWBG7_cxZnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/yb2NtPoJ1B8/s1600/LDA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N-DXT-R1Zgs/TWBG7_cxZnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/yb2NtPoJ1B8/s320/LDA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nkwo (Nigeria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MryH0hUhvxw/TWBHKpPwP2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/o9GF-WYbLBU/s1600/Nkwo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MryH0hUhvxw/TWBHKpPwP2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/o9GF-WYbLBU/s320/Nkwo1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Awosika (Nigeria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJXyfHtbrvg/TWBHgNLLf0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/GU7kexSN1jk/s1600/BAw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="229" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJXyfHtbrvg/TWBHgNLLf0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/GU7kexSN1jk/s320/BAw.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Zed Eye (Nigeria)﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBkrFOVSr48/TWBIMTNrQfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XXSzD_WkQmM/s1600/zed+eye+nig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EBkrFOVSr48/TWBIMTNrQfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/XXSzD_WkQmM/s320/zed+eye+nig.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deola Sagoe (Nigeria) she's one of my favorite too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s794lprCtKQ/TWBI7E1f4ZI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/KoQ4eNjA-2Y/s1600/DSagoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s794lprCtKQ/TWBI7E1f4ZI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/KoQ4eNjA-2Y/s320/DSagoe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and that wraps it up! they're are a lot more than this tho, but the main&amp;nbsp;list of the Top 50 African designers will be confirmed next week.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dont Miss Out on this! One of the biggest fashion shows to be held in Nigeria! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Be there! ;)&lt;br /&gt;♥ xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-5400318747044371063?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/5400318747044371063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/arise-fashion-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5400318747044371063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5400318747044371063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/arise-fashion-week.html' title='Arise Fashion Week!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AJPGcOi3eN8/TWA7YyLhS5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/gH8RrKd7jGE/s72-c/arise_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-8155881113948551740</id><published>2011-02-14T13:00:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T06:22:34.812+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vals day'/><title type='text'>Happy Vals Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQscNgO7jGE/TVkfI_b3ujI/AAAAAAAAAZw/O2RK3DXj5Ws/s1600/99998happy_valentines_day.gif" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQscNgO7jGE/TVkfI_b3ujI/AAAAAAAAAZw/O2RK3DXj5Ws/s320/99998happy_valentines_day.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is Valentine's Day! Or, as men like to call it, Extortion day! LOL White and red all around... Heart shaped boxes r all I see! People smiling,laughing and wishing one another a happy vals day! Girls grinning wide, others sitting in corners(not smiling) staring at them,Guys looking drained, boys still trying to dodge 'her' call...... And single ladies like me, havin fun on their own! Planning different dates ;) .. Or just sittin in front of their pc awaiting a surprise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Vals day, celebrating love and affection between intimate companions.... Or friends... Or random people, could be me:D.... But its mainly about love, sharing... and all other sweet and romantic thingys.. &lt;br /&gt;Ermm chill! So why was Cupid nau chosen to represent Valentine's Day?. Cuz, when I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short,naked, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon!' LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shot Cupid! (Just had to add dat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rHzhiejiOc/TVkeirs3EDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/S97jQGTHP6s/s1600/2011-02-13-covalentinesblog.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4rHzhiejiOc/TVkeirs3EDI/AAAAAAAAAZo/S97jQGTHP6s/s320/2011-02-13-covalentinesblog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;#justasking o!! dnt attack me pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! to my beaver! given to me by my best friend 2 years ago! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGnYjunoqtA/TVpa9pyJ0LI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KDKHvjKEUaA/s1600/PRETTY%2BBEAVER.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zGnYjunoqtA/TVpa9pyJ0LI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/KDKHvjKEUaA/s320/PRETTY%2BBEAVER.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever way,today is for showing lurv! So,put your beef's aside,don't spend the day alone! Go out and show people some lurv! While at it, beware of lag girls sha! They wee eat ur money! &lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Vals Day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I15GLDgdys8/TVkaM359A0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/v9qZzzM1QkM/s1600/happy-valentines-day.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I15GLDgdys8/TVkaM359A0I/AAAAAAAAAZY/v9qZzzM1QkM/s200/happy-valentines-day.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;:* kisses&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-8155881113948551740?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/8155881113948551740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-vals-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8155881113948551740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8155881113948551740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-vals-day.html' title='Happy Vals Day!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQscNgO7jGE/TVkfI_b3ujI/AAAAAAAAAZw/O2RK3DXj5Ws/s72-c/99998happy_valentines_day.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2932251260261158887</id><published>2011-02-13T23:22:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T06:23:10.310+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vals'/><title type='text'>Yet another valentine...</title><content type='html'>I remember last vals, i cant even forget it,okay, i think i forgot a bit of it :D...it was the first vals i'd be celebrating in university. i had expectations, a whole lot i must say.. well considering the fact that my sister had told me a lot about vals day in uni, cars, large boxes,cakes, and the exotic gifts guys gave their girlfriends... so my hopes were up that i was going to get some thing nice at least, i hate asking for too much. Well, they say, never get your hopes up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so vals day 2010,also a day to our first semester exams... unilag, always there to ruin your fun planned day! oh well, i cant remember all of it, just bits and peices, i had a chat with a friend that morning.. and umm, he was gonna get me pastry sneakers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBp1GT49ZEU/TVhc2tAtpCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zkKC5sFR0e0/s1600/pastry-smoothie-tartan-shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBp1GT49ZEU/TVhc2tAtpCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zkKC5sFR0e0/s200/pastry-smoothie-tartan-shoes.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really crazy about them then. My hostel was already buzzing.. large chocolate cakes and all kind of gifts wrapped in white and red all around...girls screaming and just making noise in general... i just sat and waited..for someone to surprise me! well, i ended up getting nothing, not even a card! Sad right? yh, i know...well i got lurv! the best gift of all.. i was a lil dissapointed sha..who wont be?!still, kisses to all those who made it fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, its another valentine,i'm now single, boyfriend-less and expecting nothing! most girls shouldnt too yeah, as i hear a lot of boys planning the ultimate breakup and runway schemes.. *smh! and with #ValsDayExcuses trending on twitter, i'm sure a lot of boys already have their lies all cooked up!&lt;br /&gt;oh well! tomorrow,i've got a lot of things to do, lab report to submit, a test even, i hope not! which ever way, its just another stressful day,and it wuld prolly go as badly as all mondays...*sigh* but a nice cream icing cake or these shoes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_iSJyi3eYA/TVhfS4rMoTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/nmINlf-JXsg/s1600/Damil%25EE%259A%2591.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_iSJyi3eYA/TVhfS4rMoTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/nmINlf-JXsg/s200/Damil%25EE%259A%2591.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would definitely make it better! lol :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2932251260261158887?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2932251260261158887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/yet-another-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2932251260261158887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2932251260261158887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/yet-another-valentine.html' title='Yet another valentine...'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YBp1GT49ZEU/TVhc2tAtpCI/AAAAAAAAAYg/zkKC5sFR0e0/s72-c/pastry-smoothie-tartan-shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-6903849484900531006</id><published>2011-02-13T15:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T06:22:00.657+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>thought for the day :D ..</title><content type='html'>Man driving down road. &lt;br /&gt;Woman driving up same road. &lt;br /&gt;They pass each other. &lt;br /&gt;The woman yells out the window, PIG! &lt;br /&gt;Man yells out window, B I &amp;amp; C H! &lt;br /&gt;Man rounds next curve. &lt;br /&gt;Crashes into a HUGE PIG in middle of road and dies. &lt;br /&gt;Thought For the Day: If only men would listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-6903849484900531006?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/6903849484900531006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/thought-for-day-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6903849484900531006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6903849484900531006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/thought-for-day-d.html' title='thought for the day :D ..'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-1686249931496144195</id><published>2011-02-03T11:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:49:29.611+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-love'/><title type='text'>Not worth it!</title><content type='html'>I just encountered something&amp;nbsp;yesterday that strengthened my resolve against love. I know u maybe thinkin why I’m always writing about ‘no love’, or y I’m so against it.. but I cant help it…I have seen what love can do to people…my close friends, how it has hurt them, how it eats deep into their heart… I cant stop saying it.. Cuz I still don’t understand why people let themselves love foolishly, love with their mind, body, soul, even their reason! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U may think love is beautiful, but wait till the end…then u see how ugly it could get. U give him all u’ve got, love him with all you have, and then he throws it away…all of it! He takes ur heart and crushes it to the tiniest pieces, until there’s nothing left to put back together, he leaves u empty, creates a void where ur heart once was, he tears u apart, leaving u naked, hopeless and depressed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why let urself love? Y give ur heart to someone who would throw it away without a second thought? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why din’t u open ur eyes to see that he was only there for what u got and not who u are. Why wait till the disastrous end to realize that u were being played all along? You gave him so much, but he gave you nothing! Were u so blind that u dint see anything wrong with that! All you did, all you gave, the people you hurt just to please him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now its over, he’s left u, abandoned and heart broken…you’re lost, confused.. and then u cry out to those who u once hurt..u cry out to them not to hate u. your wails, how does it help, drinking yourself to stupor, what does it change? You get sober, and reality comes rushing back! A bad migraine pounding in ur head, …You’re messed up.. All ur problems are right there waiting...they don't go away! They never do! Its not worth it! the troubles, the sorrow,the peircing pain dat burns ur heart. he's not worth all that! he's not worth killing yourself over...he's not even worth your tears, cuz if he is...then he won't make you cry!... so stop all this! all this foolishness! dis madness! dis pain ur &amp;nbsp;causing yourself... dry ur tears, and be a woman, a strong woman...and prove to him that you need a man to be happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-1686249931496144195?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/1686249931496144195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1686249931496144195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1686249931496144195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-worth-it.html' title='Not worth it!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-6919701479521138826</id><published>2011-02-02T22:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:09:27.948+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>All alone with myself and i</title><content type='html'>Right now, thinking about it, talking about it, I just wish I had listened to myself…that little voice inside my head. It told me, told me what I should have done, what I needed to do, but I dint listen, Instead, I listened to them… the people on the outside.. the people who knew me but yet dint fully understand me…they felt they were doing what was best, they never asked anything, never even asked what I wanted… instead they just guessed, they always guess, and they always get it wrong ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUnK524rj8I/AAAAAAAAAUY/WorogGl_V_g/s1600/IMG05886-20110126-0159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUnK524rj8I/AAAAAAAAAUY/WorogGl_V_g/s320/IMG05886-20110126-0159.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I face the problems alone…all the difficulties ,mine alone..except us, all in it together…me, myself and i… all those people who were talking to me, saying things, all kind of things…where are they? I don’t see them, I don’t hear them…now, all I hear is nothing, just silence, pure silence…those voices, the people, the voices on the outside..gone , vanished! and then now, the voices inside my head..screaming..screaming the same words over and over “I told you so!” every time I think back.. I keep saying, “if only”… Every time I sit and reminisce I wish I culd turn back the hand of time..i wish I culd change things, change the decisions I took then… if only I were as stubborn then as I am now… if only I had the strength to stand up and say “No, that’s not what I want” …but then, I was weak, young, naïve… my mind wasn’t exactly mine, and I dint act exactly as I wanted, I was lost..in all the voices..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I fought, but they were too many to overpower…I tried to drift away, but they kept pulling, until I became dizzy, tired… and succumbed to the pressure. I never rily wanted this, any of it… I wanted to be me, to do what I loved! But its too late for rants, too late to wallow in self pity. I would do my best, oh yes I would..but I cant wait for it to end… to be finally over. I wasn’t cut out for this, this unexplainable difficult phase, I was cut out for something different, something a lot like me… something I love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m more than what they think of me, I’m goin to become much more than they’d ever imagine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m stronger now…I think.. -I want to believe it-… wiser, I have a clearer perspective…though sometimes, I still hear those voices..… but now I block them out…I cant let them in, cant let them do what they did before…cant let them come in and then confuse me… I don’t need to be spoken to,I don’t want to… all I need is to be listened to, just for once… but no, they wont, they don’t want to… they always want to be right…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up trying...now, its mostly about me…no one else but me, though its not exactly easy, getting there..well, no good thing comes easy!..but I see it…tho not so close, yet not far away… I’d be there…soon…even sooner than they think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-6919701479521138826?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/6919701479521138826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-alone-with-myself-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6919701479521138826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6919701479521138826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/02/all-alone-with-myself-and-i.html' title='All alone with myself and i'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUnK524rj8I/AAAAAAAAAUY/WorogGl_V_g/s72-c/IMG05886-20110126-0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-7783101911830783655</id><published>2011-01-29T20:42:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:06:29.812+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>African Fashion - The Ankara Rebels!</title><content type='html'>I'm obssesed with the African fashion, crazy about it in fact. The very essence of fashion in Africa...&amp;nbsp;so uniquely beautiful, well crafted and wonderfully designed&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;Most times, i'm really&amp;nbsp;amazed by the creativity of our&amp;nbsp;african designers...i've seen a lot, and all of them are&amp;nbsp;definitely superb!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ankara Mesh&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ankara is an African fabric (native wear) that comes mostly colourful and sometimes in colour.The spectacle of everyone dressed so elegantly, so colourfully and so beautiful will bring joy to everyone's heart, soul and body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUNvdAz4VdI/AAAAAAAAASg/HmU8X4PzolQ/s1600/Nasi_brand2blog+mesh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUNvdAz4VdI/AAAAAAAAASg/HmU8X4PzolQ/s400/Nasi_brand2blog+mesh.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A couple of African designs and designers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Vlisco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURO3MNtXVI/AAAAAAAAASk/6etSw7xqHgs/s1600/vliscooBLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURO3MNtXVI/AAAAAAAAASk/6etSw7xqHgs/s400/vliscooBLOG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;i fell in love with them from the very moment i saw their designs...vlisco's 'Gallery of Poems'&amp;nbsp;beautiful concept!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURP4TKWrPI/AAAAAAAAASo/JHcM_d1PLtQ/s1600/vliscorBLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURP4TKWrPI/AAAAAAAAASo/JHcM_d1PLtQ/s400/vliscorBLOG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURSjtOXZZI/AAAAAAAAASs/3SYcE8M80_A/s1600/vlisco03l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURSjtOXZZI/AAAAAAAAASs/3SYcE8M80_A/s400/vlisco03l.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Vlisco ..gallery of poems Fashion show.. *Amazing!!* ...beautiful!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ermm...&amp;nbsp;soo you still need more reasons why i must model for them﻿?? yeah thought so!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another talented designer.. Lisa Folayiwo..Nigerian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURTmIM5LJI/AAAAAAAAASw/2Iu9gtXAkEs/s1600/14-jewel-by-lisa-created-by-nigerian-designer-lisa-folawiyo+BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURTmIM5LJI/AAAAAAAAASw/2Iu9gtXAkEs/s400/14-jewel-by-lisa-created-by-nigerian-designer-lisa-folawiyo+BLOG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; jewel by lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURT5aBqf7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZSBzvEE0Nps/s1600/JEWEL+BY+LUSA+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURT5aBqf7I/AAAAAAAAAS0/ZSBzvEE0Nps/s400/JEWEL+BY+LUSA+blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;very lovely ankara shorts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ITUEN BASSEY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURX3z2TJGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oKSJpK75lFY/s1600/ITUEN+BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURX3z2TJGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/oKSJpK75lFY/s400/ITUEN+BLOG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;from clothes to earrings to bracelets...all of which she puts a touch of ankara to it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURaRoJCa8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/tfQiP1bIv6E/s1600/LDS+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURaRoJCa8I/AAAAAAAAAS8/tfQiP1bIv6E/s400/LDS+blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lanre Da Silva Ajayi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lovely gowns, and hair acccesories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURjgFy9_XI/AAAAAAAAATA/PlL74v7k4TY/s1600/House-of-Nwocha+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURjgFy9_XI/AAAAAAAAATA/PlL74v7k4TY/s400/House-of-Nwocha+blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;House of Nwocha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿A new upcoming nigerian designer. her talent clearly obvious in her designs..nd i love the whole umbrella thingy yh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURlnCgweTI/AAAAAAAAATM/5UO9shGtTQw/s1600/accesories+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURlnCgweTI/AAAAAAAAATM/5UO9shGtTQw/s400/accesories+blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Variety of african accessories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUSWSEUIuYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4BkHttwcKzA/s1600/38003_417378828926_529918926_4837782_7077216_nl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUSWSEUIuYI/AAAAAAAAAUU/4BkHttwcKzA/s320/38003_417378828926_529918926_4837782_7077216_nl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Purses nd footwears..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURmeTrHo3I/AAAAAAAAATo/-AbeALpcnAY/s1600/HOUSE+OF+ABEYTU+BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURmeTrHo3I/AAAAAAAAATo/-AbeALpcnAY/s400/HOUSE+OF+ABEYTU+BLOG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;house of Abeytu﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURmwP7sGoI/AAAAAAAAATs/EnXuvYGhLlI/s1600/Rebahia_ss11_2BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="95" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURmwP7sGoI/AAAAAAAAATs/EnXuvYGhLlI/s400/Rebahia_ss11_2BLOG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rebahia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿i rily love the yellow and orange dress, and the way the neckline is cut simply trips me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURnotp_c6I/AAAAAAAAATw/cAKaqjuGctg/s1600/MANY+ODA+DESIGNS+BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURnotp_c6I/AAAAAAAAATw/cAKaqjuGctg/s400/MANY+ODA+DESIGNS+BLOG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a couple of beautiful dresses ..but i culdnt put a designers name to any of them, well except the shorts which&amp;nbsp;are jewel by lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURoGEojKKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UYs6eVFZ2hs/s1600/JACKETS+BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="93" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURoGEojKKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UYs6eVFZ2hs/s400/JACKETS+BLOG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i want! i want! everyone of them!..they so nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURpTaT7uqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MmNkLeFcyOk/s1600/VARIOUS+BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURpTaT7uqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MmNkLeFcyOk/s400/VARIOUS+BLOG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Perfect for all kinds of outings... comfortable and simple, yet chic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURpt1d21WI/AAAAAAAAAT8/peoukFJ-6t8/s1600/HEAD+2+WAIST+BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="108" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURpt1d21WI/AAAAAAAAAT8/peoukFJ-6t8/s400/HEAD+2+WAIST+BLOG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;errmm..just pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;*ANKARA GONE INTERNATIONAL﻿*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURqnN8ccAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/b5LBwe2pN8E/s1600/inter+celeb+wear+africa+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURqnN8ccAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/b5LBwe2pN8E/s400/inter+celeb+wear+africa+blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;International celebrities rock Ankara!﻿&lt;/div&gt;Beyonce,&amp;nbsp;really lovely&amp;nbsp;shorts and it also compliments her figure. Solange she looks nice in that dress..Rihanna! my sweetheart..loving the outfit,&amp;nbsp;perfect colour and it suits her.&amp;nbsp;Our one and only Gossip girl star.. Blake lively aka (serena vanderwoodsen)... pretty dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUSUAxuGVjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vr8p_0O2QnE/s1600/39359_10150234290125113_565305112_13982555_1550386_nmmk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="97" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUSUAxuGVjI/AAAAAAAAAUM/vr8p_0O2QnE/s320/39359_10150234290125113_565305112_13982555_1550386_nmmk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WALKING THE RUNWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUSV1AdlqTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JZhN_9hT4DQ/s1600/walking+the+runway.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="65" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUSV1AdlqTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/JZhN_9hT4DQ/s400/walking+the+runway.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURsCo_f_-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/OGTgGioMpbA/s1600/ZIZIFASHON+WK+BLOG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURsCo_f_-I/AAAAAAAAAUE/OGTgGioMpbA/s400/ZIZIFASHON+WK+BLOG.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Zizi Cardow, nigerian designer at couture fashion week..i'm still gonna get that&amp;nbsp; black dress..i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK VOGUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURs7_nJmYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/792qMGeB_ZA/s1600/takin+afika+to+d+world+blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TURs7_nJmYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/792qMGeB_ZA/s400/takin+afika+to+d+world+blog.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taking africa to the world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are just a few....it might hv&amp;nbsp;taken you a month or even more to go through if i had posted them all..﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh well, thats about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:* ♥&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-7783101911830783655?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/7783101911830783655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/african-fashion-ankara-rebels.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7783101911830783655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7783101911830783655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/african-fashion-ankara-rebels.html' title='African Fashion - The Ankara Rebels!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUNvdAz4VdI/AAAAAAAAASg/HmU8X4PzolQ/s72-c/Nasi_brand2blog+mesh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-7185788758350282419</id><published>2011-01-27T03:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T03:18:20.347+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-love'/><title type='text'>To those who love</title><content type='html'>A simple message from anti-cupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Oh, innocent victims of Cupid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUDS6SknAbI/AAAAAAAAASU/WwzwFXpqGIM/s1600/28736-clipart-illustration-of-a-smitten-caucasian-man-with-a-love-struck-look-on-his-face-floating-and-shot-many-times-with-cupids-heart-arrows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUDV0L_byiI/AAAAAAAAASY/K20znwLjrv8/s1600/kbgiub.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUDV0L_byiI/AAAAAAAAASY/K20znwLjrv8/s200/kbgiub.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Remember this terse little verse;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;To let a fool kiss you is stupid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;To let a kiss fool you is worse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most&amp;nbsp;call it love, i call it being stupid together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yours Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anti-Cupid&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-7185788758350282419?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/7185788758350282419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-those-who-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7185788758350282419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7185788758350282419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-those-who-love.html' title='To those who love'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TUDV0L_byiI/AAAAAAAAASY/K20znwLjrv8/s72-c/kbgiub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-5553284160969687432</id><published>2011-01-27T02:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T03:02:27.770+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>F*ck L*ve</title><content type='html'>I dnt believe in love, I really don't! But sometimes its almost like I once experienced it... - I don't even get how that is possible!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your&amp;nbsp;perfect life...You decide to give them a piece of you. Even though&amp;nbsp;they didn't ask for it. Then they did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly is the big fuss about true love? F*ck true love..f*ck all kinds of love - It's overrated. f*ck finding it, f*ck questionint it, f*ck obsessing over it. &lt;br /&gt;Love... It don't exist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-5553284160969687432?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/5553284160969687432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/fck-lve.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5553284160969687432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5553284160969687432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/fck-lve.html' title='F*ck L*ve'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-3789377792746567825</id><published>2011-01-26T01:29:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T02:40:42.177+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Midnight Madness!</title><content type='html'>Past 12am... just left the car park and was heading towards my room...when i got to my floor, I started hearing loud bangs coming from a room about two rooms away from mine.. Someone was screamin and banging the door from inside...*not interested* I just walked past and went into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, the screams got louder..I opened my door   and saw a number of people running towards the stairs on my floor. I moved along, a small crowd had already gathered...well, I wasn't rily surprised, as the girl's screams were loud enuf to raise a man in coma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the girl was screamin something like "why did she call my fam!!!" Bla blah.. it turned out she was fighting with her roommate about issues involving disturbance and whatever. Her roommate (jenny) was complaining that she neva had peace, that 'crazy girl'..(yh, pretty much describes her).. was always bringing friends, making noise and forever disturbing. The funny thing was that jenny was really calm nd matured about it all, while 'crazy girl' was just shouting and crying...»Umm lyk, o.O girl! Wth??? Why u crying??pfft! U shuld be beating her up! Or at least pulling her hair out! Or something not as lame as crying!!!! « Well, I guess that's the thing about loud girls,they make noise but they can't do NathinG! I even wonder why pple we're holding her??..shey she was formin 'vex'..she shuld hv jumped down nah, let us know she is d only one that can get mad! mscheww*... Jenny just kept calling her crazy{which I totally agree with...lyk, her name says it all} cuz all she did was rake and rave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,it rily hurts that I culdnt take a pic,..it dint hit me at that moment to... but.. oh my, the girl sure did look retarded..her 20inch brazillian hair flying all over her shoulders, screamin lyk she was possessed by a retarded ghost! It almost made the scene hilarious... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I don't get why certain girls enjoy embarrassing themselves... (- u wanna fight?? Then stay in ur room and fight!!.... if u need bottles and knives..I have them in abundance !!- ) .. Smh* its sad that most girls don't see anything wrong with public fights..  Its demeaning and highly uncalled for! Cuz  all 'crazy girl' did was entertain people with her foolishness, as it was obvious that she couldn't fight.... *doin notin except screamin empty threats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See,be angry, beat urselves up, shout all u like, fight in the quadrangle of the hostel..u think u got attention?? or some crappy fame as 'the girl who fights'???*puh leeze*....what u dnt knw,.. all those people asking questions, watching u with curious stares...they dnt see a 'hero' fighting.. what they see is nothing but a Public Display of Stupidity!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-3789377792746567825?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/3789377792746567825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/midnight-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3789377792746567825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3789377792746567825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/midnight-madness.html' title='Midnight Madness!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-1511993897696285492</id><published>2011-01-25T01:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T02:09:15.379+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two nights ago, just sitting in bed with my laptop, watching boondocks, a bottle of mountain dew next to me. I got an IM,I checked, it was from him...dis guy dat says he rily likes me... tall, dark nd a nice build...he's courteous ,sweet nd he wants me...wants to be 'with' me.. We chatted for a while,talkin about burgers and barbecue...and whatever came up...**a slight pause.. then he said something...the sweetest words I've been told in a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was short n brief,it seemed a little flirty too...I can't tell it, so I'd just write it in his words&lt;br /&gt;"But u've got luscious lips expecially wiv ur lip gloss...                    Slim model figure and soft skin.... And an independent.    character dat makes a nigga chill... Don't forget d cute face and a once I've only seen ratio of ur secondary proportions.... Its like looking at an abstract painting... U just don't see it d way others do... U beautiful boo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it,smiled..blushed.. then read it again...tho, I dnt lyk being called cute...it felt good just comin from him...I dint even know d reply to give him...I simply said a few things, then "thank u". Things then started gettin too deep, nd I dint want to say to much.. I just ended d chat nd went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen him since then, nd I'm sure when I do, things might be a little awkward....nd dats exactly what I dint want.*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-1511993897696285492?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/1511993897696285492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-nights-ago-just-sitting-in-bed-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1511993897696285492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1511993897696285492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-nights-ago-just-sitting-in-bed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-6831352528670869657</id><published>2011-01-24T04:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T04:29:15.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>one night stand</title><content type='html'>The tale of my one night stand....»Nicole(me)&lt;br /&gt;(Never wanted to tell dis, but oh well *shrugs*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole had just received a phone call from her girlfriend saying she had front row tickets to a show. Nicole wasn’t rily up for it but knew it would be a great show. She was hesitant at first because she didn’t want to leave her room. But she was rily down and needed time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one hour drive was so tiring considering the rain and d damp weather... About 30 minutes before arriving, they stopped and got a couple little tiny bottles of booze to take the edge off. Nicole got something that was sha alcoholic.. and her girlfriend bought UV Blue Vodka. They sang the rest of the drive(yh,I can't sing...blah!) and arrived when the rain stopped. When they got to the hotel they stopped to freshen up, then headed to the hall where the show was to hold. As soon as they made it through the line ,they headed for the booze. They both took three large gulps before heading back into the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The models  were fantastic, and nicole was so glad she came. They were walking the runway and stepping to every beat!(Soon she'd be up there too, lights, cameras and all d rest).....  She was definitely feeling loose when the show was over and stepped across the street to a popular hang out. Her friend zoned in on a very handsome tall dark gentleman and they started doing "slippery nipple shots". Nicole was somehow pushed up against this guy and she felt something. Was it the booze or did she have a thing for him? They laughed and held hands as they left the bar and went outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the coolest outside garden she had ever seen with big screen TVs and white couches everywhere. They sat down and continued to talk when nicole jumped on his lap. She sat on top of him and started kissing him in front of everyone..(I felt retarded when d buzz cleared tho).. After passionately making out they decided to take it a little farther and returned to the hotel room for some o.o.... This good looking funny guy(nd hot!) seemed to be extremely popular, and knew how to have a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They held hands in the elevator and she couldn't wait to touch 'him' again :|... She was likin this.. , it was turning into a one night stand. Nicole was usually a very good girl and never had a one night stand before. He was a good guy and she knew it the minute she met him. She also knew it couldn’t last because they lived to far away from each other.....how sad!:(..... When they got into the room they started kissing and then ended up in bed with most of their clothes off. They were getting very serious when nicole’s phone rang.»Perfect timing!!!!« Her girlfriend *hiss* was pissed that she left her at the bar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hurried up and jumped into the car and arrived at the bar five minutes later. Her girlfriend had already gotten into a cab and was waiting at the door of the hotel when they arrived. She wasn’t very happy that nicole got the good guy. Nicole never rily up for guy's ish so she was still in shock. He decided to stay and slept next to Nicole all night without touching her. She wanted him so bad and he was such a gentleman &gt;( ....The next morning was very awkward nd weird as the three of them just hung out and watched TV until check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole gave him a quick kiss and said goodbye. She'd die to see him again but the chances are slim…For now all she has left is the sweet memory of a one night stand … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, dnt ask about dis when u see me, cuz I'd never tell u d truth!)&lt;br /&gt;Xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-6831352528670869657?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/6831352528670869657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-night-stand.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6831352528670869657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6831352528670869657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-night-stand.html' title='one night stand'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-1511175463896720863</id><published>2011-01-24T00:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T03:22:07.958+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Risks</title><content type='html'>"I was taught to look before I leap, but I was also taught a little something about adventure and taking risks. I guess every now and then we just have to take a leap of faith and dive into a situation headfirst without thinking or looking too hard. Maybe we’ll crash and burn… or maybe it’ll be the best thing we’ve ever done."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Or the stupidest thing ever!&lt; &lt;br /&gt;But still, just take the risk anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-1511175463896720863?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/1511175463896720863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-chances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1511175463896720863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1511175463896720863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/take-chances.html' title='Take Risks'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-1000575017352544135</id><published>2011-01-22T03:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T04:08:30.087+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><title type='text'>Perfect Boyfriend</title><content type='html'>Romantic, sweet, truthful and understanding &lt;br /&gt;Loving, caring, nice but firm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always there for me whenever I'm in need..there to hold me when I'm weak,and to pick me up when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride he has but keeps in check, a huge ego he possesses  but he keeps submerged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of girls crawling at his feet, wishing for once that he wuld only just touch their tits. But never,not even once did he bother to stare.. neither was he moved by their seductive remarks.. &lt;br /&gt;A perfect boyfriend.. What more culd he be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tho sometimes I get pissed and then I nag&lt;br /&gt;And yes I know I've driven him to the edge&lt;br /&gt;And most times when he tries PDA &lt;br /&gt;I smack his hand away, or his mouth :)&lt;br /&gt;But all the times I push and annoy&lt;br /&gt;Never for once did he take it out on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment of bliss&lt;br /&gt;He's such a hottie to kiss&lt;br /&gt;A perfect body to hug&lt;br /&gt;The warmest to cuddle&lt;br /&gt;The times he hugs me from behind&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love the feel of him on my butt&lt;br /&gt;The minutes of wishful thinking &lt;br /&gt;And endless fantasies&lt;br /&gt;A perfect boyfriend, what more culd I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright sunny day, doing our daily walk &lt;br /&gt;Taking in the scent of the flowers in the gardens&lt;br /&gt;Picking the sun sweet berries of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand, smile on our faces&lt;br /&gt;Just heading home......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, screeching tires..loud screams...then BANG! A large truck, broken wind shield,wobbly tires.... Skids off the road and Runs into him!.... My heart stops, my eyes not blinking, I want to cry, but I find no tears  &lt;br /&gt;My perfect boyfriend... Dead , gone and never to return  &lt;br /&gt;Our perfect life.... Brought to an end by a 'brake failed' TrucK!&lt;br /&gt;»»»»««««&lt;br /&gt;Or was it a BUS?? &lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-1000575017352544135?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/1000575017352544135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1000575017352544135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1000575017352544135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect-boyfriend.html' title='Perfect Boyfriend'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-5940736775861108216</id><published>2011-01-20T02:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T02:57:27.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to a friend</title><content type='html'>Dear xxxx,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for not keeping in touch,but a lot of things go on in our lives, many we never wish for and a lot we can do nothing about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World is cruel, Love is blind,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in sadness, blur in mind,&lt;br /&gt;Heart is broken, flame had died,&lt;br /&gt;Times passes and there comes change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U feel forgotten,I blame myself&lt;br /&gt;U think I dnt care,it hurts my being&lt;br /&gt;Things happen,we can't control&lt;br /&gt;A victim of circumstance,never my will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this, is but a test of time&lt;br /&gt;All dat happens is but a mere chapter &lt;br /&gt;We get caught up,sometimes we lose ourselves&lt;br /&gt;None of this we ever intend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury d anger,forget d pain&lt;br /&gt;Embrace d good times and "remember whens"   &lt;br /&gt;All the inside jokes, nd the mischievous things we did;)&lt;br /&gt;The crazy moments nd d love that made ur heart bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times I held u, as u cried urself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;The times we fought each other and&lt;br /&gt;The times we fought For' one another&lt;br /&gt;The memories we shared dat can neva b replaced&lt;br /&gt;Those are all the reasons&lt;br /&gt;That we'd always be best friends&lt;br /&gt;And neva forget, I'll always be there :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Miss u much&lt;br /&gt;                                     ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-5940736775861108216?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/5940736775861108216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/letter-to-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5940736775861108216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5940736775861108216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/letter-to-friend.html' title='Letter to a friend'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-5614830774956319595</id><published>2011-01-18T23:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:32:48.550+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><title type='text'>something i just thought about..</title><content type='html'>Maybe some people just aren't meant to stay in our lives forever, maybe some people are just passing through. It's like some people just come through our lives to bring us something, a lesson we need to learn, and that's why they are there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be people u can't believe you were friends with, boys you cant believe you kissed, and people you cant believe you lived witout...people change but if u r lucky a certain few will change u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-5614830774956319595?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/5614830774956319595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-i-just-thought-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5614830774956319595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5614830774956319595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/something-i-just-thought-about.html' title='something i just thought about..'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-1044713198081032252</id><published>2011-01-18T00:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:28:34.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>X_o</title><content type='html'>"From day one I talked about getting out&lt;br /&gt;But not forgetting about&lt;br /&gt;How my worst fears are letting out&lt;br /&gt;He said why put a new address&lt;br /&gt;On the same old loneliness&lt;br /&gt;When breathing just passes the time&lt;br /&gt;Until we all just get old and die&lt;br /&gt;Now talking's just a waste of breath&lt;br /&gt;And living's just a waste of death&lt;br /&gt;And why put a new address &lt;br /&gt;On the same old loneliness&lt;br /&gt;And this is you and me&lt;br /&gt;And me and you&lt;br /&gt;Until we've got nothing left" - FOB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-1044713198081032252?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/1044713198081032252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/xo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1044713198081032252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1044713198081032252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/xo.html' title='X_o'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-6544546313384203768</id><published>2011-01-17T23:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:38:08.017+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my sis's bday</title><content type='html'>umm, k so this post is a lil bit late...&amp;nbsp;the birthday&amp;nbsp;was yesterday, but i dint have time to blog, was too busy havin fun :). ohk...lemme just say it, tho its past... "happy birthday to the best *coughs* sister in the world!" :D ..err, k she's actually the best, but not always..cuz like 40% of the time, she could make me wanna scratch my eyes out! buh i guess that's d main characteristic of&amp;nbsp;a sibling :)&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to wot i was saying..&lt;br /&gt;We, Me...which ever way, &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;Point&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp; last nite was soooo much fun!! and crazy too yeah! err..&amp;nbsp;ama just post a few pics. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TTS2dnuwawI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ll_qL4zEMy8/s1600/IMG05354-20110116-2056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TTS2dnuwawI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ll_qL4zEMy8/s320/IMG05354-20110116-2056.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;yeah.. that's the b-day girl..pretty huh? oh well, if only she'd be dis girly all d time. smh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TTS0grvtz1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/XDOlLds4IWE/s1600/pics+from+my+sis%2527s+bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TTS0grvtz1I/AAAAAAAAAN0/XDOlLds4IWE/s400/pics+from+my+sis%2527s+bday.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; dats me.. pouting as usual ;) and well, her funny, fine and rily crazy friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TTS_dVCFJ7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zwQqxuuzEX4/s1600/IMG05379-20110116-222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TTS_dVCFJ7I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zwQqxuuzEX4/s320/IMG05379-20110116-222.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;@zuri_lonnie who is forever smiling! and err Uju..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TTS4vDixMQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bG8P4In2QN0/s1600/ada%2527s+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="167" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TTS4vDixMQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bG8P4In2QN0/s400/ada%2527s+pic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and, yeah...the BuzZ...cant still believe we&amp;nbsp;actually ordered palmwine!! lol..after all&amp;nbsp;dat, we all started dancin weird crazy, and laughing at not exactly funny jokes..Lol &amp;lt;&amp;lt; u see.. not funny! well, we were smart enuf to make sure my sis and Ore didnt drink, as they were both going to drive us back..at a point, i'm sure the bar tenders must hv tot us retarded!..oh well, not like we give two f*cks! &lt;br /&gt;The thing is, We sha had fuuuuuuuun!!!&lt;br /&gt;and umm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;THE END!&amp;nbsp; hehe :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-6544546313384203768?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/6544546313384203768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-siss-bday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6544546313384203768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/6544546313384203768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-siss-bday.html' title='my sis&apos;s bday'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TTS2dnuwawI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ll_qL4zEMy8/s72-c/IMG05354-20110116-2056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-7172343534107555162</id><published>2011-01-15T23:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:42:36.460+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The skies are blue, the sun is shining bright &amp; my smile is broad across my face. I don’t have a guy in my life right now; and that’s alright with me.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it ain't a bad change, I like it alone cuz no one ever complains, and I don't confuse their names&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-7172343534107555162?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/7172343534107555162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/skies-are-blue-sun-is-shining-bright-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7172343534107555162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7172343534107555162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/skies-are-blue-sun-is-shining-bright-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-3593640604361964595</id><published>2011-01-14T11:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:42:41.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not okaY!</title><content type='html'>I'm in a mess and so is my room.. Everything seems to be going wrong! The death of a fellow student, d moodiness nd gloom that has enveloped people...my mum isn't speaking to me...I've got a test this afternoon and I have no idea what I'm going to write! This whole week just seems wrong..nothing seems to be goin the right way!&lt;br /&gt;I'm weak , exhausted and tired..I'm short of words...I've run out of things to say...all I wish for is that this saga shuold come to an end and for things to go back to the way they were....I miss d smiles and the laughters of my friends..I want that back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-3593640604361964595?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/3593640604361964595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-in-mess-and-so-is-my-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3593640604361964595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3593640604361964595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-in-mess-and-so-is-my-room.html' title='I&apos;m not okaY!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2204843810111981467</id><published>2011-01-12T17:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T17:39:33.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>life is too short!</title><content type='html'>“Life is short, don't waste time worrying about what people think of you Hold on to the ones that care, in the end they will be the only ones there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Family means too much, Friends are too valuable, And life is too short, To put-off sharing with people, How much they really mean to you, And pursuing whatever it is that makes you happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do anything and everything in life… because there’s gonna come a time when you think back when you were just a kid; When you’re biggest fear was that Santa Claus was gonna give you coal for Christmas. That you’d stick your tooth under our pillow, and the tooth fairy would forget to leave you money …And that it wouldn't cross the Easter Bunny’s mind to leave you a basket of treats. Then you’ll see that you’re only fear you can’t seem to get over is the fear that all those little childhood worries are just gonna be memories… and before you know it, you’d be the one saying, “ Wow, those were the days…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day before today. Tomorrow is after today. Today is after yesterday, but before tomorrow. Yesterday is behind both tomorrow and today. Today is between yesterday and tomorrow. So tomorrow will be today after yesterday. Which ever way it goes… live for right now. Laugh at stupid jokes. CRY. Get revenge. Apologize. Tell someone how much they really mean to you. Let someone know what they're missing. Laugh till your stomach hurts...live life, because those days aren’t guaranteed… not even to the richest man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you love to do and give it your very best. Whether it's business or baseball, or the theater, or any field. If you don't love what you're doing and you can't give it your best, get out of it. Life is too short. You'll be old before you know it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh like that's all what life is about&lt;br /&gt;Live as if you were to die tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Learn as if you were to live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank God for every sunrise u live to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antoniella Oyindamola ukwelegbe I know u're in a better place.. RIP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2204843810111981467?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2204843810111981467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-too-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2204843810111981467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2204843810111981467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-too-short.html' title='life is too short!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-5251329958691928726</id><published>2011-01-12T02:18:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:55:44.095+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The mind of a single girl...</title><content type='html'>"Guys, I know you think girls are tres complicated. We over-analyze, over-exaggerate, and overreact. We get mad at you for no reason, we cry when Bambi’s mother dies, and we don’t understand your obsession with Halo. However when it comes to our daily lives, this may come as a shock, but we are a lot like you (with the exception that we don’t take crap, but you already knew that). We think about sex hourly (I know, not every five minutes, but I said we’re a LOT like you, not your fucking clone), we sit around and do nothing, we don't clean up as much as u think, and we don’t rily shower all the time; in other words, we’re not the put-together princesses that you get off to every night. So to give you guys a better idea of what it’s really like to be a girl in uni (college) , I present to you, a day in the mind of a single girl:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ck, I’m late.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I missed this class already?&lt;br /&gt;Three. Damnit.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have anyfin to wear.&lt;br /&gt;I've run out of clothes! I can't find nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I need money.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wonder if anyone IMed me while I was sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;No, I need to get ready for class.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it will only take a minute.&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I checking my messages, I should be getting ready for class.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I have any email...&lt;br /&gt;Don’t check it. DO NOT CHECK IT.&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, no email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;￼Maybe I shuld just put on anything, NO I can't do that.&lt;br /&gt;Ohk, I'm done. Damn I look good.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*, there comes d stressful Walk and then having to stand on that friggin cab line. I hate that!&lt;br /&gt;Why did that girl just look at me like that, who is she…&lt;br /&gt;I’m definitely hotter than her.&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.... who is that guy, I’ve never seen him before...&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t he check me out?&lt;br /&gt;Actually I’d never do him.&lt;br /&gt;Oh...that’s probably his girlfriend, alright it’s okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the cute guy that’s in this class.&lt;br /&gt;Please come, please please co—&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet, he’s here.&lt;br /&gt;And he just spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what he’s like in bed. :D&lt;br /&gt;I would dominate him...haha, I’m so dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Ew, I’m not dirty.&lt;br /&gt;I should have spent more time getting ready&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, I was too busy checking my f*cking email.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I have any mentions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that class went fast. *sarcastic face*&lt;br /&gt;I’m hungry. I'm always hungry&lt;br /&gt;Upper crust. Where d hell is ishee???&lt;br /&gt;This place and their messed up food!&lt;br /&gt;*side eye staring* That guy is hot.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he has a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I’d definitely do him.&lt;br /&gt;I’m probably hotter than his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I’m so conceited, God, I should shutup...&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever it’s just me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, is that my ex? Yeah, that's him *rme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go check my email.&lt;br /&gt;YES, two letters.&lt;br /&gt;Mills and boons is now following you on twitter!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck they really should stop sending me that&lt;br /&gt;A letter from mum's accountant...thirty grand!&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I’m on top of the world!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, okay I need new shoes...&lt;br /&gt;Nd I already said no parties this semester.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if club boys ever rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, there’s smirnoff in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;I’m such a college girl.&lt;br /&gt;I’m so cool. (Not vain)&lt;br /&gt;No one IMed me while I was in class?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot,no network in engineering. As$holes!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I have any email.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wait 'til tomorrow to check, then I’ll definitely have some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in the mood to go out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;That's cuz no one's here to cuddle with..&lt;br /&gt;Ohk then,Movie!&lt;br /&gt;Yeeaah, no.&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp is so hot.&lt;br /&gt;He has a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;F*ck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a drink.... or something, &lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, now u think I'm crazy??&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop talking to myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-5251329958691928726?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/5251329958691928726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/mind-of-single-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5251329958691928726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5251329958691928726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/mind-of-single-girl.html' title='The mind of a single girl...'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-7363989960971215460</id><published>2011-01-10T21:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:35:14.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering..</title><content type='html'>When exactly did we go from being kids to just being people, I'm not sure. I do know that it's not about turning a certain age or graduating from school. It happens when you're not paying attention. We go from playing with our friends to playing with our friend's feelings. Without our knowledge or consent childhood slips away in the night and our innocence escapes us and we wake up one morning to find we have become who we are...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-7363989960971215460?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/7363989960971215460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-exactly-did-we-go-from-being-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7363989960971215460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7363989960971215460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-exactly-did-we-go-from-being-kids.html' title='Pondering..'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-4228239086725392482</id><published>2011-01-10T11:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:08:44.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>gossip girl returns!</title><content type='html'>High societies and low blows are back as gossip girl returns on 24th january! At last! I've been waiting for like... ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSroUfPFAxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/J9xI4A4ilZs/s1600/51Md1PNR%252B-L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSroUfPFAxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/J9xI4A4ilZs/s200/51Md1PNR%252B-L.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the mid-season finale of Gossip Girl kinda ended up with a lot of people going their separate ways...&amp;nbsp; Chuck is off to find his Uncle Jack in order to protect Bass Industries from Lily, who wants to sell it.&amp;nbsp; Lily herself is hiding out at her mother's house because everyone seems to hate her for wanting to sell Bass Industries and for getting one of Serena's boarding school teachers locked up...and ermm&amp;nbsp;speaking of Serena, she found out about her small part in getting Ben locked up and is now on a mission to clear his name,&amp;nbsp;while Nate is making plans to have his father move in with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl is bringing back Lily's sister. 'Well, she's never really been around until now, except briefly in the ill-fated ’80s based spin off episode. Anyway, she's about to surface on the Upper East Side in 2011!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm,...oh!, yeah, Blair and Dan are remaining in NYC over the holidays, but they've somehow become buddies and I'm rily kinda hoping they'd hook up because I'm loving the idea of them together now :D&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the Dan and Blair connection is something that’s been there from the earliest episodes. Their relationship to Serena, as well as the degree to which they’re polar opposites and represent everything that the other hates, makes their dynamic really charged.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DAIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSrjZtH7x9I/AAAAAAAAAME/jfsiPTbu26s/s1600/dan-humphre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSrjZtH7x9I/AAAAAAAAAME/jfsiPTbu26s/s320/dan-humphre.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burning question now is... "will they or won't they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-4228239086725392482?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/4228239086725392482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/gossip-girl-returns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4228239086725392482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4228239086725392482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/gossip-girl-returns.html' title='gossip girl returns!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSroUfPFAxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/J9xI4A4ilZs/s72-c/51Md1PNR%252B-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-1150725200122158210</id><published>2011-01-05T20:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T20:29:18.892+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life is a big mystery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSS7yH12a5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/xqDrecpDNGw/s1600/poster2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSS7yH12a5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/xqDrecpDNGw/s320/poster2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think, why am I here? Why are we all here?..... What exactly is the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294252802_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #366388;"&gt;purpose of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Why are questions guaranteed in life, but answers aren't? Why do i even bother asking, when all i'd get&amp;nbsp;are more questions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSS8rlwsWOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mJkynWj6xqI/s1600/life-is-a-question-mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSS8rlwsWOI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mJkynWj6xqI/s200/life-is-a-question-mark.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Life comes with a big question mark!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we study for years, work till the stress nearly breaks us down, why do we gather millions, fortunes, wealth.... And then we die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSTCVp8_HXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ph_t8uMwaFI/s1600/laughing_hyena_zazzle_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSTCVp8_HXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ph_t8uMwaFI/s320/laughing_hyena_zazzle_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do hyenas laugh? why do birds sing? Why do men cry? Why are we subjected to heartbreak ? Does love even exist? Why does the wind blow? Why does the rainbow come out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people act the way they do? What exactly is the point with the circle of life? You are born, go to school, get a job, get married have kids,grand kids why dat way?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSTDdW_xUUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/evJj3yDGQzE/s1600/question-mark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSTDdW_xUUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/evJj3yDGQzE/s200/question-mark.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you are born on &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294252802_1" style="border-bottom: #366388 2px dotted; cursor: hand;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #366388;"&gt;February 29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of a leap year, when is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;-Why are things typed up but written down?&lt;br /&gt;-In some books, why do they have blank pages at the very end?&lt;br /&gt;-If the universe is expanding, what is it expanding into?&lt;br /&gt;-What does OK actually mean?&lt;br /&gt;-what does the K in K-mart actually stand for?&lt;br /&gt;-Why is the name of the phobia for the fear of long words Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia?&lt;br /&gt;-Why is it that rain drops but snow falls?&lt;br /&gt;-Why is the third hand on the watch called second hand?&lt;br /&gt;-If love is blind, how can we believe in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294252802_2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #366388;"&gt;love at first sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;-What's the opposite of opposite?&lt;br /&gt;-How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another?&lt;br /&gt;-How much deeper would the ocean be if sponges didn't grow in it?&lt;br /&gt;-if you keep trying to prove &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294252802_3" style="border-bottom: #366388 2px dotted; cursor: hand;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #366388;"&gt;Murphy's Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, will something keep going wrong?&lt;br /&gt;- Why are we afraid of falling?&lt;br /&gt;-Why is it called 'after dark', when it is really after light?&lt;br /&gt;-Why do the call the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294252802_4"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #366388;"&gt;angel of death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; an angel if all it does is bring &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294252802_5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #366388;"&gt;pain and suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WhY? What? How? Questions left unanswered, things yet to be deciphered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! this life, the world, is a mystery... Series of &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1294252802_6"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #366388;"&gt;unanswered questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, thousands of unexplainable theories.... Things not understood, mysteries that may never be solved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-1150725200122158210?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/1150725200122158210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-big-mystery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1150725200122158210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1150725200122158210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/life-is-big-mystery.html' title='Life is a big mystery...'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSS7yH12a5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/xqDrecpDNGw/s72-c/poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2083147959426046127</id><published>2011-01-05T01:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:07:09.985+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Random!</title><content type='html'>Life is too short to give a f*ck about what people say,to be distracted by the opinion of others&amp;nbsp;especially when its coming from people who dont add value to your life! Too short to be weighed down by what they think, to beat up yourself for anything at all. Too short to spend your time trying to please people or be someone else.&amp;nbsp;Too short to cry over the jerk that broke your heart!&amp;nbsp;too short to be pissed of all the time.Life is too short to be anything but happy.Be crazy , be stupid,be wild, be silly,&amp;nbsp;laugh hard, get high,&amp;nbsp;party if you must and live it to the fullest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2083147959426046127?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2083147959426046127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/random.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2083147959426046127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2083147959426046127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/random.html' title='Random!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-7526600435763896796</id><published>2011-01-03T21:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:18:40.043+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>I speak Rachel Freire..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Pure providence! Rachel Freire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The magical lady who brings art into fashion, and creates a world with it which is yet to exist. She went into fashion in 2009 to be exact, she studied fine art and theatre, which all shows in her work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSIz2B8QUuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrY4sjd0Kbc/s1600/rachel_V_19feb09_PR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSIz2B8QUuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrY4sjd0Kbc/s320/rachel_V_19feb09_PR.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;&lt;shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"&gt;&lt;stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;/stroke&gt;&lt;formulas&gt;&lt;f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;/f&gt;&lt;/formulas&gt;&lt;path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;/path&gt;&lt;lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/lock&gt;&lt;/shapetype&gt;&lt;shape alt="rachel_V_19feb09_PR.jpg" id="Picture_x0020_1" o:spid="_x0000_i1040" style="height: 159.75pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibility: visible; width: 109.5pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;imagedata o:title="rachel_V_19feb09_PR" src="file:///C:\Users\Nnesco\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/imagedata&gt;&lt;/shape&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She says “to be called a fashion designer is odd. I am an artist in wolf’s clothing”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I officially agree with her, Rachel Freire’s designs are all weird and maybe somehow ‘freaky’, but still Unique … portraying a huge sense of art which captures her buyers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;“Most of our lives these days is a fantasy world, hiding from one reality or another . so why not dress for the party?”- Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI0GOXzGaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bcfu0cuT7RA/s1600/rachel+freire+join+ty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="76" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI0GOXzGaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bcfu0cuT7RA/s320/rachel+freire+join+ty.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;&lt;shape alt="rachel freire join ty.jpg" id="Picture_x0020_0" o:spid="_x0000_i1039" style="height: 111.75pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibility: visible; width: 468pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;imagedata o:title="rachel freire join ty" src="file:///C:\Users\Nnesco\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/imagedata&gt;&lt;/shape&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I have always been curious to know where her inspirations come from… I have always been fascinated by her concepts, its almost like she brings the abstract and creates something of great essence and life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Her aim is to create worlds yet to exist. Juxtapose things which don’t make sense until you can’t deny that they mesh, play with disgust and the terms with which you are willing to see with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It’s like she has a different perspective of fashion and style, like she sees things from a deeper darker view and she expresses all of that in her designs… though, some of her designs tend to freak me out, I cannot deny that I see something beautiful when I look closely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI1KeH0TNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gQS_JZrFY4Q/s1600/4733917101_79b2f57c97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI1KeH0TNI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gQS_JZrFY4Q/s320/4733917101_79b2f57c97.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;According to her, clothing is an expression of our inner self. Clothing should amplify a person, not create one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;These are some of her designs… nothing like you’ve ever seen before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI0YmjNWFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MQwVwjHC1OA/s1600/rachel%252Bfreire%252B22_6look-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI0YmjNWFI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MQwVwjHC1OA/s320/rachel%252Bfreire%252B22_6look-4.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI1fbPJgHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5RdKuMMEncM/s1600/4471056206_9c7ff158d9_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI1fbPJgHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5RdKuMMEncM/s320/4471056206_9c7ff158d9_o.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And for a newcomer in the industry, she definitely knows how to put the pieces together…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The ruffles are just amazing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI1viJYKCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uGQ6O8ZLXXE/s1600/RachelFreireRonGoldstein5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI1viJYKCI/AAAAAAAAAHc/uGQ6O8ZLXXE/s320/RachelFreireRonGoldstein5.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI2CalaSPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FE5GUbBNxaY/s1600/RachelFreireRonGoldstein6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI2CalaSPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FE5GUbBNxaY/s320/RachelFreireRonGoldstein6.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI4fehBvzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lABzFaiVyyk/s1600/RachelFreireRonGoldstein2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI4fehBvzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/lABzFaiVyyk/s320/RachelFreireRonGoldstein2.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A pure sense of fashion meshed with art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;&lt;shape alt="17_12rachelfreireallanamato.jpg" id="Picture_x0020_13" o:spid="_x0000_i1032" style="height: 201pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibility: visible; width: 175.5pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;imagedata o:title="17_12rachelfreireallanamato" src="file:///C:\Users\Nnesco\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/imagedata&gt;&lt;/shape&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;&lt;shape alt="rachel-freire-ss11-3.jpg" id="Picture_x0020_14" o:spid="_x0000_i1031" style="height: 201pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibility: visible; width: 163.5pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;imagedata o:title="rachel-freire-ss11-3" src="file:///C:\Users\Nnesco\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/imagedata&gt;&lt;/shape&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;&lt;shape alt="22_23look-14.jpg" id="Picture_x0020_15" o:spid="_x0000_i1030" style="height: 180.75pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibility: visible; width: 153pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;imagedata o:title="22_23look-14" src="file:///C:\Users\Nnesco\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/imagedata&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/shape&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;&lt;shape alt="LFW133.jpg" id="Picture_x0020_18" o:spid="_x0000_i1029" style="height: 175.5pt; mso-wrap-style: square; visibility: visible; width: 156.75pt;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; a little more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI8w9MFYWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3ix849IIkRs/s1600/17_12rachelfreireall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI8w9MFYWI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3ix849IIkRs/s320/17_12rachelfreireall.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="mso-no-proof: yes;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;imagedata o:title="LFW133" src="file:///C:\Users\Nnesco\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;/imagedata&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/shape&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;she indulges in all parts of fashion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSI6xlmYraI/AAAAAAAAAH8/BNBr6Xq25Kk/s320/racheal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A brighter side of her….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;These are just a few… I have soo much I have to say about her pieces and designs. but I’ve been sitting in one position for hours now, I need food and a drink… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ummm..l8r!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;xxx&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/6303464466976526936-7526600435763896796?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/7526600435763896796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-speak-rachel-freire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7526600435763896796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7526600435763896796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-speak-rachel-freire.html' title='I speak Rachel Freire..'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QnZ4rZt1fSo/TSIz2B8QUuI/AAAAAAAAAHI/TrY4sjd0Kbc/s72-c/rachel_V_19feb09_PR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-7302180060919195361</id><published>2011-01-02T21:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:20:40.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Las gidi tomorrow! :D</title><content type='html'>It's my last night here!heading back to lagos in d morning.. I still have to pack but I'm already exhausted.. We had to go visit some relatives, as required by our culture... I'm soo glad! I'm going back to civilization...tho our house is still pouring with guests, we're still trying to put things together and round up. I had a great time not withstanding...I'd miss the peace and quite and the stress free environment.&lt;br /&gt;But the annoying thing is dat I dint even make money at all! All them uncles that usually dash us money were nowhere to be found..very sad!  I think the only thing I gained here sef is weight! Which I definitely have to lose once I get back...cuz lyk, who wants to use a fat model! &lt;br /&gt;I rily hope things with my modeling wuld pick up rily fast...l  know they will, by God's grace! Btw, I rily need to plan my time to fit into both school and modeling..dats one of the difficulties I faced last year..&lt;br /&gt;But for now sha, packing is all that's on my mind... Nd then fapping my sis's modem! Hehe &gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-7302180060919195361?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/7302180060919195361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/las-gidi-tomorrow-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7302180060919195361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7302180060919195361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/las-gidi-tomorrow-d.html' title='Las gidi tomorrow! :D'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-8616043612318929745</id><published>2011-01-02T04:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:53:46.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...!!</title><content type='html'>Life's a bitch!she fucks around and then gives birth to more bitches! You turn around and there's one right there coming your way. Bitches, they act like they like you, lyk they ur friends,lyk they actually care wot u do. what they rily like is what you got! They make it seem like they're happy to talk to you,when what they'd love is to shove their foot right down your throat! I'm done with them, I'm tired of their games,their lies, and their fake asses! &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,its kinda hard to differentiate! I mean, they all laugh with you... and well, you hang out together....buh rily, u should know, they'd never tell u when you look bad,never say the truth to your face, they'd tell u he's trash and then go date him behind your back! *hiss*..and when you go broke and the ride goes...they all fall back and that's d last you see of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for my real friends, those who stayed true. those who held me tight and never let me fall. Those who even when we act like immature idiots we'd still be having fun, those whose smiles make me smile! Even when we're as bored as hell we'd still be having fun...we could fight one minute and be laughing the next...the only time we made each other cry is when we're laughing too hard! &lt;br /&gt;My friends...my best medicine..&lt;br /&gt;Love!&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-8616043612318929745?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/8616043612318929745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8616043612318929745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/8616043612318929745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='...!!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2906648550423956229</id><published>2011-01-02T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:26:44.744+01:00</updated><title type='text'>done!...i think!</title><content type='html'>i think i'm done designing my blog! spent days and stayed up late crackin my brain..i rily needed something catchy,but i feel what i came up with is pretty good, and i hope you like it! oh yeah, i'm kinda very indecisive...so i know i'd still make some changes later on. but for now, it stays this way :) happy new year again.&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2906648550423956229?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2906648550423956229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/donei-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2906648550423956229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2906648550423956229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/donei-think.html' title='done!...i think!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-3756946401440251038</id><published>2011-01-01T19:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:33:21.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*whew* the initial excitement is finally over! I rily had fun last nite tho... At church. Lmao! I can't believe they were actually searching people for 'bangers'!! Haha! But u definitely can't stop more than a thousand people from expressing their joy. They know the way they do it sha! By midnight, the whole church was blazing with fireworks! lol I loved it!..oh well considering dat I found the service a little boring....errmm ohk,  a lot more boring than normal! :D&lt;br /&gt;Twitter was crazie!!! everyone on my TL were sending compliments! Mentions were overflowing! From Good friends, paddy mi's :) even those I hardly spoke to! I went to bed rily late sha... Then ended up crashin like a fool till afternoon! SmH! Wot a nyc way to start a new year! And i already promised myself, no extensive sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By monday, life returns to normal... school, work,the infuriating lagos traffic, the struggle for survival...for me,the excitement is forgotten nd work takes over, back to school to face the stress, long hours of reading and the frustration our lecturers have seen necessary to cause us!. *sigh* if only everyday was christmas :)....... I'd be as fat as a cow and won't be able to model again!&lt;br /&gt;LmaO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-3756946401440251038?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/3756946401440251038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/whew-initial-excitement-is-finally-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3756946401440251038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/3756946401440251038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2011/01/whew-initial-excitement-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-4521442222988320566</id><published>2011-01-01T01:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T01:56:40.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 and the new me.</title><content type='html'>Perhaps a bit wiser,&lt;br /&gt;a bit kinder, too,&lt;br /&gt;a little bit braver,&lt;br /&gt;a heart that's more true,&lt;br /&gt;a touch of believing&lt;br /&gt;I've not known before,&lt;br /&gt;in joys I'm receiving&lt;br /&gt;a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more anxious&lt;br /&gt;to reach out my hand,&lt;br /&gt;despite hurt or problems&lt;br /&gt;to still understand,&lt;br /&gt;accepting the heartache&lt;br /&gt;that life often brings,&lt;br /&gt;a little more beauty&lt;br /&gt;in life's simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer when I'm weary&lt;br /&gt;as onward I trod,&lt;br /&gt;a little more trusting,&lt;br /&gt;believing in God,&lt;br /&gt;'tis this I would wish for&lt;br /&gt;within moments dear,&lt;br /&gt;not a lot - just a little&lt;br /&gt;this wondrous new year&lt;br /&gt;-xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-4521442222988320566?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/4521442222988320566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011-and-new-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4521442222988320566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4521442222988320566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011-and-new-me.html' title='2011 and the new me.'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-108905211092547874</id><published>2011-01-01T00:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:20:33.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Dawn...</title><content type='html'>As we begin this year, a book is opened, the book is called "Opportunity" and its first chapter is New Year's Day....as the bell chimes, it rings out the old year, and behold a new one is before us.. As we cross over, never shuld we have a thought of sorrow; The old goes out, but the glad young year comes merrily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul, new resolutions, a new perspective...its not all about starting a new year, its about starting on the right path..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each New Year find you a better man..&lt;br /&gt;This new year comes with the zeal to lead a better life, to grow and always be at your best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this New Year bring newly found prosperity, love, happiness and delight in your life..... When you're lonely, I wish you Love! When you're down, I wish you Joy! When you're troubled, I wish you Peace! When things seem empty, I wish you Hope! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2011 Legoooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy New YeaR!!! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-108905211092547874?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/108905211092547874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/108905211092547874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/108905211092547874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-dawn.html' title='A New Dawn...'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2409400854079286884</id><published>2010-12-31T21:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:01:09.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>words from cece...</title><content type='html'>I've made frnds dis year({})frnds dat made each day of dis year memoriable 4 me:* nd frnds dat just made me wana beat dem each time they came around :p. I've made mistakes ‎​i cant erase,I've  done crazy things ‎​i cnt tell:x,iv said fins ‎​i cnt take back,hurt some of you in a  way yuh might not want to forgive me:$ and v been caught in a lie X_X.and in return for  my kind hrt,I've  been hurt :(,lied to and treated like ‎​i mean nufin:'(,N those ‎​i love most times have treated me like  a  yOyO &gt;:O.and with all this  ups and down,dis year can't come to an end properly 4 me without me cece  d'lady bee reaching out to say I'm sorry for all  the wrongs I've done to you n ‎​i forgive y'all for the times you made me feel bad or ran me down.‎​ i love y'all n ‎​i wana have you as  a frnd come next year.:Dso ‎​i wish you a  happy new year in advance. find some time on your own to thank God for a wonderful year and ask him to see you tru this new year we are about to enter.‎​ i love y'all sote sote sote =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2409400854079286884?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2409400854079286884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/words-from-cece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2409400854079286884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2409400854079286884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/words-from-cece.html' title='words from cece...'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-7191262016005389599</id><published>2010-12-31T19:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:52:12.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>just few hours to new year....</title><content type='html'>As the clock strikes twelve tonight, people all over the world would cheer and wish each other a very Happy New Year.... For some, this event is no more than a change of a calendar. For others, the New Year symbolizes the beginning of a better tomorrow and a greater life ahead... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you look forward to a good year ahead, spread happiness to everyone you met this year! your enemies and your friends, your family and loved ones!... New year is a time of joy and happiness, and everyone should be given the privilege to experience it!&lt;br /&gt;I'd be sending out wishes in a few! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-7191262016005389599?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/7191262016005389599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-few-hours-to-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7191262016005389599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/7191262016005389599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-few-hours-to-new-year.html' title='just few hours to new year....'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-5151987269741326693</id><published>2010-12-31T14:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:17:42.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>why not stay here?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So my mum and I were just discussing about life abroad and the foolishness of most Nigerians.. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;what I really don’t understand is why exactly Nigerians complain about living here! Most are ever so eager to travel out…like they say, “in search of greener pastures”. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;One thing they don’t realize is that we live a very comfortable and free life here…no taxes, no restrictions from training your children the right way. You own your house &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;, you can have a business enterprise to call your own, the Government doesn’t own nearly half your property! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;What more do we want?! But then, there is greed, selfishness and ignorance. Everyone wants to go to America, uk, Dubai…most led astray by the life of bliss created by movies…making it seem like living there is heavenly. I agree… they’ve got the best shopping malls, the most interesting tourist centers,rich hot! celebrity guys!!:D&amp;nbsp;...but that’s about it. You don’t own a house of your own, you pay for whatever facility you use… your light, tv and even water!! that’s not life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Then, when they eventually get there, after spending hundreds, maybe even more than a million o getting visa.. they end up jobless and alone, those who find jobs work as housemaids, cleaners and some even wash dead bodies!! That’s some crappy shit man! People are just too lazy to strive and work hard, they want things the easy way.. what do you gain by sitting around doing nothing? The thing is, its not your environment that determines wether you’d be rich or poor, its how much effort you put into what you do! Therefore, changing your environment changes nothing.. if you dint make it here, you’d definitely not make it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Make good use of what has been given to you.. expand your horizon, try your hand on everything you can! It is said that a man should know everything about something, and something about everything…have a positive attitude towards life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;If you don’t run your life, somebody else will, if you don’t take control of how your surrounding affects you, you might just be engulfed by its uncertainties and problems…&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/6303464466976526936-5151987269741326693?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/5151987269741326693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-not-stay-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5151987269741326693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/5151987269741326693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-not-stay-here.html' title='why not stay here?..'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-578101196655710718</id><published>2010-12-31T10:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:53:58.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>how time flies...</title><content type='html'>The end of another year....and yet another begins. I remember the start of this year and all it brought as it passed....My fears and doubts, my hopes and dreams, goals I set out to be achieved. My failures, my successes... my determination that kept me trough hard times. My cries my laughs, my joy and my pains. The people I met and the friends I made. The fears I overcame and the doubts I cleared.. The times I picked myself up when I got knocked to the ground..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was almost like an excellent tale of romance,trust, happiness, anger, fun, surprise , a million other things... The new people that came into my life.. some good,some bad...some loyal, others back stabbing bitches. Some where nothing like I thought they would have been. some I wish I could forget, some I wish to stay with me forever. My experiences... the mistakes I made and the lessons I learnt. The good and the bad things I did.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is, always appreciate the good things in life, cuz most people never had the opportunity to experience it, appreciate the parents that are there to scold you and always make you work when u want to play, cuz most dint even get to meet theirs... Thank God for everyone you know that made it true this year, cuz most people where here yesterday and aren't today.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to my friends, my family and everyone who cared and was always there for me. S/o to those who saw me through hard times and encouraged me at times when all I wanted was to give up. I would always be thankful.. ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginnings are usually scary and endings are usually sad, but it's everything in between that makes it all worth living.... Passing through lifes odds, some that left me battered and caused my heart to ache. The sad memories and the many times I cried. The fun memories I would forever cherish, my crazy friends and the hilarious things we did lol! The nights out and then sleeping all day, The betrayals and denials,the shocking realities and the many disappointments... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same,i thank God for putting me through, making me stronger, keeping me alive to see the end of it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I step into 2011 with new hopes and dreams, and goals to attain... I'm grabbing the reins tight, I'd never let good things pass by, I'd work harder and live life to the fullest..the determination and courage to achieve all I set out to, I ask God to grant me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, that said... Happy New Year in a few hours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-578101196655710718?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/578101196655710718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/578101196655710718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/578101196655710718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-time-flies.html' title='how time flies...'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-1104680268609175292</id><published>2010-12-31T05:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:59:17.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cant get it off!</title><content type='html'>Its a cold night, In this small room lying down here on my bed....I'm staring at the ceiling yet not seeing it. This is the time when my mind roams and my thoughts go deep. I think of him, him that doesn't exist, my imaginary lover, faceless...nameless, but loving, sweet and kind... I just imagine...the touch of his lips, the feel of his body next to mine.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a face starts to form, its HIS face, why does it always keep coming back to me? I try to get him of my mind but don't succeed,was hoping he wouldn't come, but there he was...he crawls in..brings memories... memories I wish to forget, memories that make me want him all over again. I hear his voice, its like an angel humming, I feel his breath down my neck, his kisses down my throat,I remember the way he holds me tight and never wants to let me go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets frustrating... I know I can't have him, I know he belongs to someone else, if only I could help it, or better still find someone to fill that space... to close the void he created when he left... But deep down, I know it wuld ever remain there... almost like it waiting for him to come fill it up.. I always said I would never let this happen, yet.. here I am.... lost in thought about someone that would never be mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-1104680268609175292?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/1104680268609175292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-cold-night-in-this-small-room-lying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1104680268609175292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1104680268609175292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-cold-night-in-this-small-room-lying.html' title='cant get it off!'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-4244142675709990950</id><published>2010-12-31T03:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T03:01:34.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>#2010memories... BF*</title><content type='html'>I remember I never really wanted to have a boyfriend,at least not till the end of my first year. Oh well, that didn't work out as planned. The thing is, I see relationships from a more different perspective than most people,  I'm not really into 'matters of the heart', I'm not even the emotional type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rilwan, his name... I met him, in november '09.At first, I never even noticed him, didn't even realize he existed... one day, we started talking...the first thing that drew us together was our love for books, I was fascinated, though I never told him, he was one of boys who knew more about books than me. We had occasional chats, hurried "hello's" and "catch ya later's".we barely had time to have a good conversation, as he always skipped classes. The first time we got to hang out was on boxing day,we got to know each other more..after then,we always chatted on phone,the emotions grew...he was sure,but I wasn't... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, things later worked out. We started goin out in march this year. It took me a long time to finally accept though, the idea of being in a relationship really scared me,at the same time made me curious, I wanted to find out what it felt like to have someone there for u, to trip and he's there to catch you, to  have a shoulder to lean on whenever u go weak...well, turned out that things were never how you thought or wanted them to be. Yeah, he was nice, caring, funny, intelligent, exactly how certain girls would love their guy to be, but that's not all that matters, he had a temper,got angry at nearly everything, he sulked if I didn't agree with him or if I said I wasn't in the mood to make out...I mean, what kinda guy does that?!! He loved PDA, I was never comfortable with it.sometimes, It almost felt like being in a relationship was a crime! He expected me to choose him over ever other person, even when my best of friends needed me, he wanted me to be with him. Most times I don't seem to see what I gained from the relationship, we made out more than we talked..that wasn't what I wanted, but if I said it, he got angry. We had problems, issues, I was tired,but my friends kept encouraging me. we had about two break up's before we decided to call it quits...went our separate ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth it was a relief when we were finally done ...hey, don't get me wrong, I don't regret any moment of the time we spent together, I know he loved me, buh there were a lot of things he just couldn't get right...though he tried, but not just hard enough. He did things to me, nice,sexy memorable things, he unleashed the nasty me..I actually still smile when I think of some things...I know the magnetic bond that exists between us would last for a long time... And he's one thing I know I would never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-4244142675709990950?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/4244142675709990950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010memories-bf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4244142675709990950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/4244142675709990950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010memories-bf.html' title='#2010memories... BF*'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-1261471205587424763</id><published>2010-12-30T23:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:49:33.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Complicated Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Most times i dont even understand myself,.. i can like you this minute and not in the next. I can make this decision now and change it in two. I can want and not at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I dont believe in love, i cant even let myself...&amp;nbsp;i think it serves as an obstacle, it keeps you from doing what you really should, keeps you from thinking right. It makes you weak, pulls you down.. Though sometimes i wish i could experience it...to the fullest, but whenever i get close, it scares me away. The closest i came to letting my heart go left me exhausted,tired, confused, emotionally drained, it nearly knocked me to the ground, but i caught myself just in time. It made me act without reason, leap before looking, speak before thinking..&amp;nbsp;love tears you apart, and that sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-1261471205587424763?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/1261471205587424763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/complicated-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1261471205587424763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/1261471205587424763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/complicated-me.html' title='The Complicated Me'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303464466976526936.post-2476637005729999841</id><published>2010-12-30T22:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:40:24.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me...just a start</title><content type='html'>Hi, ermm... soooo this is my first post &amp;gt; i'm kinda blank right now though... just thought this might be a good place to write what i want.. you know, maybe not completely a diary, more like what happens in my life, my opinions about certain things... here, i dump my thoughts..my rantings and all.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;want to be a writer..a supermodel.. i'm just 5'8 yeah, but kate moss made it, and so will i. There are a lot of things i want to be, a dancer, an engineer,a best seller,...i still got a number of goals i'm yet to achieve. oh well, its a good thing i've got age on my side!&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go now.. was watching boondocks,.. i'd go back to that...ermm..see u l8r #okbye :)&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6303464466976526936-2476637005729999841?l=bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/feeds/2476637005729999841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2476637005729999841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303464466976526936/posts/default/2476637005729999841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitemylowerlips.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-me.html' title='This is me...just a start'/><author><name>Ms♥Infamous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932881219654162285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cbc4eknVrQI/TwILQeJsHfI/AAAAAAAABQU/mfmiXwb3HLM/s220/tumblr_lstkr8KPAp1qebtv0o1_500mb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
