<?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-13437577</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:09:00.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>†+Unique and Timeless Soul+†</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MsRain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436719010097173281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/curves68nychula/green.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13437577.post-113358349018851733</id><published>2005-12-02T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T08:49:11.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Should Have Cheated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;First of all let me say You can't accuse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;me of all the things you know that you are guilty of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And I see that it is easy for you to blame everything on me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;If that's the case I should go have my fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;and do all the things you say I do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Boy I can't continue to take this from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;[Chorus:] I might as well have cheated on you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;As much as you accused me of cheating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I might as well have lied to you As much as you accused me of lying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I might as well have gone to the club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;As much as you accused me of clubbin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I might as well have threw away my love As much as you accused me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;[Verse 2:] You say I was out with somebody else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When my girl told me she saw you with some girl (Some girl) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But I didn't accuse you of something that I didn't see myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Realize that I wouldn't never do anything to disrespect you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Trust me, you gotta stop accusing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;[Chorus] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;[Bridge] Don't you know I wish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I knew that you would treat me this way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;If you don't promise me that you've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;changed your ways I'm leaving today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And I ain't coming back And you made it like that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Was unfair to me All this jealousy I'm your everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;What will you do without me? Why you trippin'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;[Chorus] I should have lied I should have cheated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Maybe I should have went out to the club &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Or maybe I ... should have done it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Should have given away all my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Or maybe I ... I should have played you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Cause you don't appreciate me, no And I tried to stay down with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;But you're making it hard for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;[Chorus] As much as you accused me of cheatin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I should have cheated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;As much as you accused me of lying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;As much as you accused me of clubbin' (I love you) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;As much as you accused me of cheatin' I should have cheated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;What you know about some Keyshia Cole? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I could never cheat. It just ain't me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I guess that's whas makes me different from U. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Still love that song tho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Why does it always seem to be that the ones who DO cheat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;accuse their innocent bf/gf of cheating? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I guess guilt does the weirdest shit to some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Wtf is wrong with ppl...if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;be with somebody, say so, and that'll be that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I know that honesty is the best policy, or at least that's what I've always been told, and heard. But dayum, man, honesty can fuckin hurt &amp;amp; kill. Don't get it twisted, I'm glad ppl are honest with me about everything, anything - especially the life altering important shit - even tha shit that they know will make me not look at them the same way. That's just it, it changes views, but then again, so does lying. Lying just changes views in a worse way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Whas worse, doing bad things and being honest about them, or doing bad things, lying about them, getting caught, then coming clean??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;My thought, you shouldn't do bad things at all. If you wouldn't want that deed done to you, fucking control yourself. Then again, there are ppl who just don't care... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I dunno if I'm making any kind of sense...I hope the fuck so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Been gone a while, and I still got no clue if being back has made any difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;A year older...a year wiser? I think in some aspects I am, in others, I'm still evolving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437577-113358349018851733?l=tropicalblend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/feeds/113358349018851733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437577&amp;postID=113358349018851733' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/113358349018851733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/113358349018851733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-should-have-cheated.html' title='I Should Have Cheated'/><author><name>MsRain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436719010097173281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/curves68nychula/green.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13437577.post-112610088239439689</id><published>2005-09-07T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T03:36:34.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE AINT HERE ANYMORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't some men get a fuckin clue and stop trying to be "&lt;/strong&gt;SORRY&lt;strong&gt;"?!? You had ya chance dumb dumb...I don't wanna hear anymore excuses. Ya ass aint ish to me, and you should been knowing that. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DON'T WANT SOMEONE WHO CAN'T HOLD HIMSELF AND HIS WOMAN. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M NOT SAYING I NEED SOMEONE TO BE STRAIGHT THUG OUT OF THE CPT OR STRAIGHT THUG OUT OF THE MOST GUTTER BOROUGHS OF NY...I'M ASKING FOR A REAL MUTHAFUCKA! DAYUM! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"IT TAKES A DUMB-BITCH...TO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONVINCE A FOOLISH NI99A &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IT TAKES A WISE WOMAN...TO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LEAVE HIM." L0 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I feel I'm lost in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Between what is and what seems&lt;br /&gt;Having to face not to need you&lt;br /&gt;How could you do this to me&lt;br /&gt;How could you think we don't need you&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of running away from my fear of the day&lt;br /&gt;That our life has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;Without a word or a reason&lt;br /&gt;Like a coward, you're leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Don't worry, I'm always at least ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437577-112610088239439689?l=tropicalblend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/feeds/112610088239439689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437577&amp;postID=112610088239439689' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/112610088239439689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/112610088239439689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-aint-here-anymore.html' title='LOVE AINT HERE ANYMORE!'/><author><name>MsRain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436719010097173281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/curves68nychula/green.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13437577.post-112542651343255410</id><published>2005-08-30T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T11:25:42.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;There comes a point when your words become mute even before you speak them and they reach intended ears. When "I Love You" &amp; "I'm Sorry" carry absoutely no meaning...so why abuse such delicate, yet powerful terms??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Are you that blind!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I don't care anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I'm not gonna say it was a mistake, cuz I did learn something...I just wish you learned somethin too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;Ya fuckin dumb ass!!! I hope you regret your wrong doing. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;here ain't no otha chick like me! Deep down inside you know that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;And maybe you'll find females who have a lil somethin that reminds you of me. Maybe you'll say you should've done me right... fuck that! Cuz it's already been done &amp; dead. Lame, bitch ass, wack mother fucker! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I can't wait until I go back home-I'm so excited. =D I'll get to see J...YAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, KIMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *HUGS &amp;amp; KISSES* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;If only I had known...I hope you had a great day then, and for always!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;It still isn't done-but here's the poem I told you I was writing for you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Title: For Kim (yeah, I know it isn't very creative...=X) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;She brings tears to my eyes everytime she cries.&lt;br /&gt;Like butterflies being destroyed and brought&lt;br /&gt;down by acid seduced rain filled skies.&lt;br /&gt;Telling me she caught him in another lie.&lt;br /&gt;This girl, that time... he'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;I wish he never entered her life,&lt;br /&gt;and wonder if she feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;The bad out weighs the good, that isn't how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she knows just how much of her&lt;br /&gt;part in their relationship burdon I'd bear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to take her pain away,&lt;br /&gt;even if it means that I'd have to die today.&lt;br /&gt;She isn't stupid because she believes he means what he says.&lt;br /&gt;She's just hopeful... holding on to an idea of someone, who isn't even real.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that one day she realizes how amazing she truly is.&lt;br /&gt;She deserves better, and I tell her that all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I know it isn't much, but it is from the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Love you Kimmy!!!&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/13437577-112542651343255410?l=tropicalblend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/feeds/112542651343255410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437577&amp;postID=112542651343255410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/112542651343255410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/112542651343255410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-thought.html' title='I just thought'/><author><name>MsRain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436719010097173281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/curves68nychula/green.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13437577.post-112508750277801468</id><published>2005-08-26T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T08:35:15.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mind is playing tricks on me... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm getting better at keeping track of my stuff online, yet I'm still managing to forget passwords &amp; other easy ish like that. Things like that make me so frustrated. Anybody know how to hack? lol...I ain't even jokin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven't finished writing the *thing* I talked about in my past post. I showed it to a friend. He didn't say much except for, "at least yours has a point", lol @ that. I sure hope it does to others, cuz so far to me-I dunno. I'm gonna post it, tho. It's only a few lines, but fuck it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of course it's untitled...here goes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fear is the hindrance of my thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions gather, collide, and overflow, causing self-destruction everywhere they go.&lt;br /&gt;Tears are whipped away, or left to evaporate.&lt;br /&gt;The memory of their presence will be with me as long as I care.&lt;br /&gt;Imprinted in my mind forever will be the hurtful things you did, said, didn't do, and didn't say. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^^ that's it...told ya it's short. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna finish it so bad, but the places I usually get inspiration from are too painful at the present time to revisit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain lately-headaches and around my stomach area...my thighs are sore too! lol blahhh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do guys do the stupidest things, realize, then apologize. Think before you act &amp;amp; speak, dumb dumb. You have a brain bitch, use it!!! I promise it won't hurt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss gooood HipHop. I want the new Fugees record NOW!!! I want desperately to know if Lauryn Hill is gonna do another album. Dead Prez...come the fuck outta hiding gah damn it!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm loving Kanye West's new song. "Now, I ain't sayin she a gold digga, but she ain't messin with no broke nig9a." - the truth! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you want peace, be prepared for war." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I'm not afraid to fight. I been fighting pretty much all my life. Nay sayers...I won't allow them to phase me. I'm not gonna become a statistic...neither will my sister's, I just can't have that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;"Life is a battle... you either enter it armed, or surrender immediately." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;=-=======-=======-=======-=======-=======-=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I long for you. Can something I've been searching for since forever be this unattainable. I'm sure if you gave me the chance I could help you stop running. I don't need to hear your voice now, or even feel your touch... I'd just like a glimpse. To know that you're true, and that all these years, dreams, wishes, hopes, and tears haven't been for nothing. Open your eyes. Can I stop chasing now... ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;~1~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437577-112508750277801468?l=tropicalblend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/feeds/112508750277801468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437577&amp;postID=112508750277801468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/112508750277801468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/112508750277801468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!'/><author><name>MsRain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436719010097173281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/curves68nychula/green.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13437577.post-112444046050690666</id><published>2005-08-18T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T04:10:36.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Emotional Rollercoaster*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;^^^ I love that song...it's off Vivian Green's first cd. She has a newer song out called "Gotta Go, Gotta Leave (Tired)" - off of her newest cd, another good joint. Her voice is niceness. The video for that song is also pretty dope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I'm still listening to Keyshia Cole's cd - "The Way It Is". I love pretty much the entire thing. She's just amazing. I suggest you get it...an RnB fan or not. I love how she can come with this, naw mothafucker you get out cuz I ain't having that &amp; I don't need you attitude. It's a real change. Most female artist out sing about how he broke my heart, how sad I am, and how I want him back. Keyshia is just raw. She brings a different perspective...independent and headstrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;WHERE ARE ALL THE GOOD MALE RnB SINGERS??? THEY KIDNAPPED OR WHAT?!? How many of you been asking yaself the same shit lol...I really wonder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I'm always in awe of artist's who write their own material. It just affirms the passion they have when singing. Being able to relate to us listeners is still kind of rare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I wish I could write forever; pencil and paper - my compaions. I wish those things were all I needed to be truly happy...love can be such an illusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I'm reading more. I've always been a reader, but sometimes I have no time to myself to even think about picking up a book and diving in. I wouldn't have the time now if I wasn't taking it for myself. There's something a famous writer said, this isn't a direct quote because I forgot what he said word for word, but he said something to like, "If you want to be a great writer, you have to be an avid reader". I think that's so true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The following are quotes from movies I've seen: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"You are the only one who makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"The woman I had was real, and I treated her like a dream." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;"Nothing is more mysterious than the soul at war with itself, and no peace is more miraculous than the heart that finds its love." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;^^^ Thought provoking stuff...think MEN, think!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I wanna write so bad...not that I can't, but I wanna be able to finish something before it gets too intense, or my mind goes blank. I started something a few hours ago, lets see how long it takes me lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/13437577-112444046050690666?l=tropicalblend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/feeds/112444046050690666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437577&amp;postID=112444046050690666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/112444046050690666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/112444046050690666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/2005/08/emotional-rollercoaster.html' title='*Emotional Rollercoaster*'/><author><name>MsRain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436719010097173281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/curves68nychula/green.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13437577.post-112401572861382263</id><published>2005-08-14T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T02:11:44.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things aren't what they seem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All ex-boyfriend's should burn in hell!!! And I wanna be the one to burn them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why a "man" gotta act like he aint with nobody when we're right there. Ni99as who front make me sick. Trust is a funny thing...isn't it??? It takes ages to know... or at least hope &amp;amp; think that you can count on someone. And like that, truth is gone. I don't wanna be vulnerable...I know it isn't easy, but having someone who is foreal would be nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm done with men for a while. I dunno how long exactly...until I wanna go back I guess. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I read something a few hours ago written by someone I kind of know. "Daluris"...he's a good writter, and his poem touched me. It's something I relate to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;I'm not even worried about that guy bullshit tho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;There's more important things and way more important people to be concerned about. Someone I love and care about is ill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;We're both having heart problems. Mine's emotional and his is physical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;REAL men are more than hard to find... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;I'm tired of bitches who want a "bad boy". They're overrated. You can have them, just don't cry when you get cheated on and ish. Ya dumb ass...some never learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437577-112401572861382263?l=tropicalblend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/feeds/112401572861382263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437577&amp;postID=112401572861382263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/112401572861382263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/112401572861382263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-arent-what-they-seem.html' title='Things aren&apos;t what they seem...'/><author><name>MsRain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436719010097173281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/curves68nychula/green.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13437577.post-112271327061442193</id><published>2005-07-30T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T02:20:34.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEEK A BOO!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Its been a while...I haven't been writing much, as you can probably tell. I miss my Nina. I've known her for years now, and it's crazy. We've got so much weird ish in common lol...other people probably look at us and think, "WTF?! I wonder what they're on." But seriously who gives a fuck what people think, especially the ones who don't know us from stranger 1 &amp; 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;We aren't really on anything except life, and maybe alcohol (lol) YUM! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I haven't spoken to Kim in a minute; I miss her. I miss everyone who is foreal and means something to me, like Melly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13437577-112271327061442193?l=tropicalblend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/feeds/112271327061442193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437577&amp;postID=112271327061442193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/112271327061442193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/112271327061442193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/2005/07/peek-boo.html' title='PEEK A BOO!~'/><author><name>MsRain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436719010097173281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/curves68nychula/green.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13437577.post-111798832645929053</id><published>2005-06-05T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T02:18:20.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post...no longer a blog virgin LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MmMmM...lets see, I went out last night and had myself a GOOD time. I met a lot of new people-which is coo cuz I like meeting new people, especially if they're chill. But the one who sticks with me is this cutie (a guy) who actually managed hold my attention =O so yay!!! lol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was a little busy when it got later in the night, but when I noticed him...oh boy was it on LOL. And no, I don't mean that I slobbed him down;  I aint that type. I mean, I wanted to get to know him better. It was weird, he just kept looking at me (lol) which shouldn't shock me anymore cuz I get looked at from everyone and their mama-but he was looking HARD, and kept looking. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL there's more to the story than this, but I know how it is...people write a lot and no one reads. People like that who just babble make me wanna punch them in their eye-lol, so to spare us all I'm a stop now...aight until later. ~1~&lt;/strong&gt;&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/13437577-111798832645929053?l=tropicalblend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/feeds/111798832645929053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13437577&amp;postID=111798832645929053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/111798832645929053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13437577/posts/default/111798832645929053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropicalblend.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-postno-longer-blog-virgin-lol.html' title='First post...no longer a blog virgin LOL'/><author><name>MsRain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10436719010097173281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/curves68nychula/green.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
