you could bet tha neva gotta sweat tha..

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Wed, 25 Nov 2009 13:53:00 -0600

if this is true then i disagree. lol

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 22:20:00 -0600

if this is true then i disagree. lol

I got china glaze. dopeshit (y).

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 21:36:28 -0600

I got china glaze. dopeshit (y).

omg, eva favarite nuuucaaaa. <3

Tue, 17 Nov 2009 19:43:15 -0600

omg, eva favarite nuuucaaaa. <3

111309;. my boyfriend..

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 09:41:48 -0600

i always have something to say about him. good and bad. sometimes i talk about him too much, and thats what fucks me up. i think i’m too attached to him. but i can’t help it if my thoughts revolve around him. i really can’t. i think thats a bad thing because thats all i think about. i can’t focus on much because i’m too busy thinking about him. shit i think i’m whipped. motherbitch <3

111209;. it hurts.

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 23:14:39 -0600

i wish love wasn’t hard. i wish it didn’t come with the hardships it does.

111209;. YAAYYY!

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 08:55:31 -0600

i found my flash drive! omg, i was so pissed off too. haha, kbye.

this song is so soothing. sigh*

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 08:46:09 -0600

this song is so soothing. sigh*

111009;. fml, that sucks motherbeetch.

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 14:18:00 -0600

that was my favorite headseat!! why did i have to loose it. why why why!! fck, now i have to buy another one. waaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! i hate this.

ugh, i hate you so much right now. where the hell do you get off telling me how to spend my money. honestly fuck.. i work my ass off for that paper, so i think i can very well spend it how i like. i don’t tell you how to spend your money so don’t tell me how to spend my money. shit and to think i’m paying for your shit, so shut the fuck up!

FUCK OFF!! as if i lost my usb with all my assignments on it too. wtffffff.. not having a good day. fucking hell!

FMLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.

i love <3

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 02:32:12 -0600

i love <3

111009;. my boyfriend..

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 02:06:54 -0600

I can’t believe that we’ve been together for almost 2 years now. It’s been pretty damn amazing being with you babe. You literally took my breath away with everything I’ve experienced with you. It’s unbelievable how extremely happy you make me feel, or how exciting it is when you make me smile. To this day you still give me butterflies like you used to when I first fell in love with you. I still get that falling in love with you feeling. To this day I remember how you reacted when I told you I liked you. Or how you used to play thumb war with me just to hold my hand. I enjoy your warm hugs and your sweet kisses. And to this day I still wonder what more I could love about you.

Every second that goes by, I wonder if you’ll still love me tomorrow. But I know you will. You’ll still love me tomorrow as long as I stay me. I remember having to fake who I was or pretend I was something I wasn’t just for the sake of someone noticing me. But when I met you I felt as though all I had to do was smile and that was good enough for you. For the first time in my life, I felt I was good enough for someone. You make me feel complete and full of ease. I didn’t have to try hard to impress you, or change anything about me for you to see me. Anyone else would have looked up and down, from my breasts to my ass, but you looked right into my eyes. And I saw the smile in your eyes, to me that was good enough. I don’t have to do anything to please you.. so thank you.

If only words could express how much I love you.. but in the end words are not enough. I could say it in any language, but none of it would make any sense. The only thing that makes sense in this is, you and me <3

102209;. OHfml. forrealz.

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 23:23:00 -0500

I think I just failed my math midterm without even knowing it. Fucking hell! I’m so pissed off.
My instructors are sorry excuses for teachers. Seriously.
They don’t come to class.
They show up late.
They show up stoned or fucked up.
They come unprepared.
They don’t provide detailed lessons.
They pass out in class.
They give us TOO many work periods.

OH and they’re abusive. THEY THROW MARKERS AT STUDENTS! WTFFFASS.

I swear I picked the worst section of instructors to teach me. I’m going to fail and fuck my transcript record. OH MY FML foorrrealllllllz.

Better than the original I think..

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 09:11:23 -0500

Better than the original I think..

102009;. damn right we got this.

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 13:44:29 -0500

They have been married for two years. He loves literature and often posts his work on the net, but nobody ever reads them. He is also into photography and he handles their wedding photos. He loves her very much. Likewise with her. She has a quick temper and always bullies him. He is a gentleman and always gives in to her.

Today, she’s being willful again.

Her: “Why can’t you be the photographer for my friend’s wedding? She promised she’d pay.”
Him: “I don’t have time that day.”
Her: “Humph!”
Him: “Huh?”
Her: “Don’t have time? Write less of those novels, and you will have all the time you need.”
Him: “I… someone will definitely recognize my work some day.”
Her: “Humph! I don’t care, you’ll have to do it for her!”
Him: “No.”
Her: “Just this once?”
Him: “No.”

Negotiation’s broken. So, she gave the final warning: “Give me a Yes within three days, or else…”

First day, she “withheld” the kitchen, bathroom, computer, refrigerator, television, hi-fi… Except the double bed, to show her “benevolence”.

Of course, she has to sleep on it too. He didn’t mind, as he still has some cash in his pockets.

Second day, she conducted a raid and removed everything from his pockets and warned, “Seek any external help, and you bear the consequences.”

He’s nervous now. That night, on the bed, he begs for mercy, hoping that she’ll end this state. She doesn’t give a damn. No way am I giving in, whatever he says. Until he agrees.

Third day, night. On the bed. He’s lying on the bed, looking to one side. She’s lying on the bed, looking to the other side.

Him: “We need to talk.”
Her: “Unless it’s about the wedding, forget it.”
Him: “It’s something very important.”

She remains silent.

Him:”Let’s get a divorce.”
She did not believe her ears.
Him: “I got to know a girl.”

She’s totally angry, and wanted to hit him. But she held it down, wanting to let him finish. But her eyes already felt wet. He took a photo out from his chest. Probably from his undershirt pocket, that’s the only place she didn’t go through yesterday. How careless.

Him: “She’s a nice girl.”
Her tears fell.

Him: “She has a good personality too.”
She’s heartbroken because he puts a photo of some other girl close to his heart.
Him: “She says that she’ll support me fully in my pursue for literature after we got married.”

She’s very jealous because she said the same thing in the past.
Him: “She loves me truly.”
She wishes to sit up and scream at him “Don’t I?”
Him: “So, I think she won’t force me to do something that I don’t want to do.”

She’s thinking, but the rage won’t subside.
Him: “Want to take a look at the photo I took for her?”
Her: “…!”

He brings the photo before her eyes. She’s in a total rage, hits his hand away and leaves a burning slap on his face.

He sighs. She cries.
He puts the photo back to his pocket. She pulls her hand back under the blanket.

He turns off the light, and sleeps. She turns on the light, and sits up. He’s asleep. She lost sleep. She regrets treating him the way she treated him.

She cried again, and thought about a lot of things. She wants to wake him up. She wants to have a intimate talk with him. She doesn’t want to push him anymore. She stares at his chest. She wants to see how the girl looks.

She slips the photo out. She wanted to cry and she wanted to laugh.

It’s a nicely taken photo. A photo he took for her. She bends down, and kissed him on his cheek.

He smiled. He was just pretending to be asleep.

“You learn to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.”

102009;. salty coffee.

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 13:17:00 -0500

He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, “Please, let me go home…”

Suddenly he asked the waiter, “Would you please give me some salt? I’d like to put it in my coffee.” Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, “Why you have this hobby?” He replied, “When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there.” While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That’s his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home… Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.

That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life… And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that’s the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, “My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life’s lie. This was the only lie I said to you—-the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything… Now I’m dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don’t like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste… But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.”

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, “What’s the taste of salty coffee?” She replied, “It’s sweet.”

102009;. ever sad..

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 13:13:10 -0500

A girl was sitting on a chair at the gas station she worked at. She looked up and saw her boyfriend walk in. As he was looking at snacks, a man walked in and pointed a gun at her. He had been admiring her ring her boyfriend had given to her as a token of his love. When he asked her to give it to him, she said no. Her boyfriend looked up just in time to see her shot. He ran over to the killer and beat him over the head with a hammer that was for sale. Then he ran and called 911. When the ambulance came, he was sobbing uncontrollably near his girlfriend.

The doctor came over and felt for her pulse. Then he stood up and said she was still alive. Later at the hospital, as he was sitting beside her, he asked”Why didn’t you just give him the ring?” and then she softly spoke”Because when you gave it to me, you said it was part of your love for me and I knew if I gave him the ring, I would lose that love.” The next day, she was pronounced dead.

102009;. these three words..

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 13:10:26 -0500

Girl: Do you really love me?
Boy: Of course I do.
Girl: I wanna hear you say it.
Boy: I don’t have to.
Girl: Why not?
Boy: Because…
Girl: I just want to hear you say it in words.
Boy: I can’t…
The girl started to cry softly and said:
Then you don’t love me…
The two continued to walk in silence. They
reached the girls home.
Girl: Why?
Boy: Do you really want to know?
Girl: (hesitantly) Yes.
He hugged her gently, kissed the tip of her nose
and whispered in her ear,
“Because three words are not enough…”

you could bet that neva gotta sweat that..

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 01:39:14 -0500

you could bet that neva gotta sweat that..

101209;. thank you for you <3

Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:36:00 -0500

So happy thanks giving babe. You’re one of my thank you’s from above this year. I’m thankful for the strength you have in your heart to hold me close. For all those times we fought but you saw that you still love me. I’m thankful for the unbelievable love you’re giving me everyday. I’m incredibly thankful for your willingness to see the beauty in my imperfections, flaws, and all my wrongs. I’m madly in love with the fact that no matter what happens between you and I, that you will always love me and me only. I’m thankful that you see me for who I truly am and will be forever thankful for your grace in loving me. The year is close to ending and I’d just like to say thank you for staying with me for another year. Thank you for keeping your promises. And thank you for being down for me for always and for all time. I really don’t know how this story will progress, but one things for sure, I’m down for the ride. Ride or die babe. We got thiis ♥

100509;. fml.

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 23:13:50 -0500

So much to do, so little time. Too much on my mind. Real distracting, booys. Lol, ilybb.