<?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-11626218</id><updated>2011-12-31T19:31:27.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIMINEGE</title><subtitle type='html'>"Let's see the future"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-1990148870442606689</id><published>2011-02-25T10:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:37:56.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I aint doin crap today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-1990148870442606689?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/1990148870442606689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=1990148870442606689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/1990148870442606689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/1990148870442606689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-aint-doin-crap-today.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-6278554010299022067</id><published>2011-02-23T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:41:03.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; of a certain age and I still have to deal with women who like to copy and follow? A good friend of mine told me its the highest form of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flattery&lt;/span&gt; but I say its plain old annoying! I mean &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you know how to make your own friends? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; you have your own style? When I was born I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; born a twin and I plan on keeping it that way....thanks but get your own damn life and stop riding mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-6278554010299022067?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/6278554010299022067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=6278554010299022067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/6278554010299022067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/6278554010299022067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-understand-why-im-of-certain-age.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-8878986888090586110</id><published>2011-01-23T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T12:44:30.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im Back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-8878986888090586110?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/8878986888090586110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=8878986888090586110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/8878986888090586110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/8878986888090586110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-3624148950372915162</id><published>2008-02-06T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:15:37.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A million and one different thoughts cram through my head,
Over seen by the perception of mistrust and being scared,
You told me once that you move to fast,
can we make it last?
So into you... what makes you blue, what keeps you green and all that goes in between?
won't say to much cause I'm still not sure what I really want from you.
Appearing out of no where you happened so fast,
we both have a past that causes us to be cautious.
Your passion is amazing,
Don't ever want to have enough so I call your bluff, but I know you like me too.
I can feel it in your hugs,
taste it in your kiss,
when away from each other, its each other that we miss.
You remain a mystery, keeping me at the edge of my seat.
waiting to see wandering what's next,
In me you found the best.
Can't say that I'm done,
won't say that I'm through,
But I do want you to know that I was thinking about you. &lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;It's funny to me how certain people can come into your life when you weren't even looking for them, they can make you feel on top of the world, joyous and free but as soon as they suck you in they forget about you as fast as they came. Seems like it contiously happens to me, why? Don't know if I had a clue I would make it stop. You know that men don't like it when a woman is to easy but you don't want us to be to hard to get either. In my expereinces the men that have love me the best and the hardest are the ones that I cared nothing for, my puppets. I guess that would be karma bitting me on the ass. I have decided to not open my heart to anyone anymore. i am going on a sebaticle from love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-3624148950372915162?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/3624148950372915162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=3624148950372915162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/3624148950372915162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/3624148950372915162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-waisted.html' title='Time wasted'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-3822794577976260997</id><published>2007-01-02T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:27:27.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; LOVE WHO YOU ARE OR NO ONE ELSE WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-3822794577976260997?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/3822794577976260997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=3822794577976260997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/3822794577976260997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/3822794577976260997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-who-you-are-or-no-one-else-will.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-115184460976758965</id><published>2006-07-02T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:29.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;like the desert to the rain and I missed you,
from the way our stares became a dream,
intentional touching mystified and swole my insides,
or maybe I was just horny,
either way the passion never died both our bodies cried in need to release,
I want to be where you are,
I got to be where you are,
I felt every thing,
was it good?
did you feel it..Too?
maybe you were just horny...
either way,
make it last, never fast, slow paste,
with the door closed cause nobody knows,
how much I miss you. &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/11626218-115184460976758965?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/115184460976758965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=115184460976758965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/115184460976758965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/115184460976758965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2006/07/like-desert-to-rain-and-i-missed-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-113762472453637218</id><published>2006-01-18T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:29.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;As the days keep coming and the years go by it got me thinking................... There are always things we wish we did differently and for some reason we didn't. There is always something we wished we said but for some reason we didn't. There is always something we wished we said but for some reason never did. There are places we wanted to go but for some reason couldn't. There are people we wish to have in our life and for sme reason they aren't. I say all this because I have come to a point in my life where I have to enjoy what I have while I have it, I have to do things because I want to do them , I love people because I love them, I go places because I want to go. Who cares what your opinion is............ &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;I was going to write this long drawn out blog about all the folks in my life that I either loved or lost but I don't care about that anymore.......&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;It is a new year and all about me me me me me me.......&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;if you don't like it............... Kiss my bumper!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;Just kiss it!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;hahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-113762472453637218?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/113762472453637218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=113762472453637218&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/113762472453637218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/113762472453637218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-113021813877576723</id><published>2005-10-24T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:29.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why has God blessed me with Compassion if there is no one there to recognize it?
Why cry tears when the hurt is still there?
Why beg for answers when I already know them?
Why be scared when I have courage?
Why sneak when it is out in the open?
Why love when you don't know how?
Why smile if it aint real?
Why try when I always fail?
Why
Why
Why
Why are you so hurtful when you always say sorry.......actions show you don't mean it.
Why I tolerate it?
Why am I underestimated?
Why be sad when I can be happy?
Why be you when I am better?
Why care when you don't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-113021813877576723?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/113021813877576723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=113021813877576723&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/113021813877576723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/113021813877576723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-has-god-blessed-me-with-compassion.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112770184641584470</id><published>2005-09-25T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:29.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I have a lot going on.................
Lately those who I thought were very good friends of mine or people whom I put in the highest regards has expressed to me that I am not a good friend and so on and so on...........
This caught me by surprise because I thought I was being a good friend.

I don't really know what to think or where to begin all I know is it feels as if everyone I ever cared about has left me..either mentally, physicaly, or emotionally. I guess it is a part of life.

makes me sad but the show must go on..it is what it is.
other than that....life is A ok!
Until next time.......... I promise to write more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112770184641584470?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112770184641584470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112770184641584470&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112770184641584470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112770184641584470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-i-have-lot-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112549780735763472</id><published>2005-08-31T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:29.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What really bothered me about the Looting..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why the people have to be black?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why they have to be on TV?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why they have to steal things they couldn't use in the middle of the storm, there is no electricity, water every fucking where, I mean what the hell you going to do with a big ass TV and video game?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why didn't anyone go to the grocery store?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why didn't they loot aka"steal" batteries and flash lights, bandaids,water, blankets, and books!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why they have to be black!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why they have their children out there teaching them to steal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why in the HELL they have to be black!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am extremely embarrassed for my race and my country.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately I am one the rare humans in America who is full blooded American who still has compassion and common sense. I mean come on folks........When the Tsunami hit did you see any Asians running around looking like a bunch of fools stealing from their own stores....HELL NO!!!!! They were worried about lives and surviving and thanking God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black people......I am sooooo disappointed in you!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get it together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112549780735763472?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112549780735763472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112549780735763472&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112549780735763472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112549780735763472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-really-bothered-me-about-looting.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112541826560177215</id><published>2005-08-30T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:29.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;In a sudden breath the mood began to change
Secrets have found its way to freedom
and the thoughts of betrayal lurk with a continuous in my mind
Dreaming would be impossible for I'm breathing, seeing, smelling, hearing, life so I can't sleep.
But you avoid me as if I don't exist.
"Proof is in the pudding", as the saying goes,
so save room for desert.
I can hear you from a distance,
I can hear you.
Why hate what you want to be.....
which is me.
How lovely,
But disturbing all @ once.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112541826560177215?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112541826560177215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112541826560177215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112541826560177215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112541826560177215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/08/secret.html' title='The Secret'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112534699233057095</id><published>2005-08-29T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:29.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time waits for no one!</title><content type='html'>As the days keep coming and the years go by it got me thinking...................

There are always things we wish we did differently and for some reason we didn't. There is always something we wished we said but for some reason we didn't. There is always something we wished we said but for some reason never did. There are places we wanted to go but for some reason couldn't. There are people we wish to have in our life and for sme reason they aren't. I say all this because I have come to a point in my life where I have to enjoy what I have while I have it, I have to do things because I want to do them , I love people because I love them, I go places because I want to go. Who cares what your opinion is............
I was going to write this long drawn out blog about all the folks in my life that I either loved or lost but I don't care about that anymore.......


It is a new year and all about me me me me me me.......if you don't like it...............
Kiss my bumper!!!!!!!Just kiss it!
hahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112534699233057095?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112534699233057095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112534699233057095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112534699233057095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112534699233057095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/08/time-waits-for-no-one.html' title='Time waits for no one!'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112429184633632289</id><published>2005-08-17T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:28.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666600;"&gt;You ever have those moments when you think of a memory and it makes you chuckle? This morning I had such a memory and wanted to share it with you.....even those who call me dyke names...LOL, anyway.

My freshman year and everyone has had a not so popular friend while they were in school and my friend was Jill aka Quiet Jill......she was a homely quiet southern black woman who lived on the first floor of my dorm. How we became friends I can't remember but Jill was real real quiet and you know what they say about the quiet ones. The type of personality I had back in those days was wild and untamed..yes folks I was worst than I am now!!! LOL sooooooo, Jill and I used to chill. Man just thinking about it makes me crack up because the shit we got into was like wow and this girl still was my friend! LOL..ok Jill shared a past time hobby with me which was smoking, so every now and then we would smoke together and one day I invited her to the club with some of my other friends. Now Joy was the wild one (she was a Scorpio so you know her ass was out there) and Joy had got this bong from her boyfriend in South Carolina, we had this idea that we would sneak the bong and weed into the club and smoke it there....Lawd what were we thinking!!!!! LOL we wrap the weed in notebook paper and of course who is the brave one to carry it in the club but little ole me, and Jill put the bong in her purse. We get to the door and they check our shit.. me first, they see nothing so I am in, then Joy...she in, the other chic we was with(forgot her ass) and last was Quiet Jill...well you guessed it Jill got caught!!!!! They found the damn bong in her purse and pulled her to the side, so since she my friend I go to see what the deal is and they call the cops put her as in handcuffs..all that shit and the best part was she didn't even snitch, fuck that she didn't even flinch like the shit happened all the time! Quiet Jill is what you call Gangsta!!!!!! WE talked and she told me what to do, she was alright, they took the bong and let her go, we all got fucked up after that..yes we still had the nerve to smoke in the club!!!!!!! LOL Wild asses, you know it was all my idea too! After that Quiet Jill got madd respect! So she was the one I did my dirt with cause her ass kept quiet hence aka Quiet Jill.
The party.....Jill was talking to this guy in a fraternity the Iodas or whatever the fuck they was called, I called them the Dooky colored frat....and she invited me to a house party they had at the Ioda house.......BIG MISTAKE. If you went to a historically Black College like I did the fraternities that were most wack was the iodas and the blue boys (forgot the name of that one). I was hesitant in going but Quiet Jill was gangsta so I went for her cause she didn't want to go alone, this is when I found out how gangsta Jill really was. Man those dudes had this "punch" I don't know what they put in it but it got us fucked up!!!!!!!!! Jills ass was falling all over the damn place getting freaky and shit!!!!!!! By this time I was ready to leave cause those guys were wack and Jill had a one trak mind..sex (with her gangsta ass!!!!!LOL) so I said my goodbyes and left I forgot how I even got back to campus, all I know is Quiet Jill wasn't so quiet anymore.
That girl really made my dull days @ school fun and for that I will never forget her. Quiet Jill if you out there..this one is for you Dogg......you are one Gangsta ass Byatch!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112429184633632289?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112429184633632289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112429184633632289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112429184633632289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112429184633632289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-ever-have-those-moments-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112422438411478101</id><published>2005-08-16T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:28.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Trust and honesty..will it ever present itself? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will it ever be relevant? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Will it ever be real? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Fuckery is a bitch along with everything else.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If your intentions are not real or true...LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE BEFORE I LET LOOSE ON YOUR ASS!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank you........Bytch ass trick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112422438411478101?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112422438411478101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112422438411478101&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112422438411478101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112422438411478101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/08/bitches-aint-shit-but-hoes-and-tricks.html' title='Bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112413010951130324</id><published>2005-08-16T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:28.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEOS GREATEST..WELL ALMOST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There are so many things I can say about these two people..one being a very close friend to me, Creative comes to mind first, as well as fierce and secretive. Strong and determined very business savy, and HOT....hope you have a great one and don't do anything I wouldn't do..*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

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I didn't mean any harm toward the Caucasian race as a whole, I mainly am speaking from my personal experiences only, and in the city of Washington, DC where racism has gone to an all time high....I didn't mean any harm or to offend you because you know I got much love for you..esp. I.C.L. (I love you babe). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&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/11626218-112376593812771537?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112376593812771537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112376593812771537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112376593812771537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112376593812771537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-apologize.html' title='I apologize'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112370109550836175</id><published>2005-08-10T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:24.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REGENTRIFICATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/NY_pigs.jpg" /&gt;

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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you from DC than you know what I am talking about...all these white motha fuckers moving into the lower class black neighborhoods which is forcing all the black families to move away and out of the District in the Prince Georges County, then their homes turned into condos and sold at prices like $500,000.00. This is ridiculous! It is one thing to try and get a law past that civilians can carry fire weapons ( cause you know that white folks are pushing this law so they can shoot a nigga), but now they are taking our homes from us! You ever stop to really think why you see those young guys usually two with white shirts, ties, black pants, a book bag, and they are only in the low to middle class black "&lt;em&gt;hood&lt;/em&gt;" neighborhoods............they are spies! I am convinced. I mean think about it you usually see them just walking around they never talk to anyone..where the hell they going, they are checking out the area seeing what these construction companies can buy, how long will it take to move the "&lt;em&gt;black&lt;/em&gt;" people out how much money can we offer them for them to get to stepping! Let's get smart people and wake up!!!!!!!!! We can't let them turn Chocolate city into Ice city! It can't happen, "&lt;em&gt;No nO No No! No Way I'm not living without you, and you and you&lt;/em&gt;"...........Oops off the subject. I say we get together drug dealers and all and burn the shit out of those new condos and huge homes in their neighborhoods and their coffee shops. Once we burn that shit they have insurance and get rebuild...then we burn that shit down again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/11626218-112370109550836175?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112370109550836175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112370109550836175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112370109550836175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112370109550836175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/08/regentrification.html' title='REGENTRIFICATION'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112308004105598068</id><published>2005-08-03T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:24.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That's All I Wanted
Something special, something sacred -
In your eyes
For just one moment
To be bold and naked
At your side

Sometimes I think that you'll never
Understand me
Maybe this time is forever..
Say it can be

That's all you wanted
Something special, someone sacred -
In your life
Just for one moment
To be warm and naked
At my side

Sometimes I think that you'll never
Understand me
But something tells me together
We'd be happy

(baby)
I will be your father figure
(oh baby)
Put your tiny hand in mine
(I'd love to)
I will be your preacher teacher
(be your daddy)
Anything you have in mind
(it would make me)
I will be your father figure
(very happy)
I have had enough of crime
(please let me)
I will be the one who loves you -
Until the end of time

That's all I wanted
But sometimes love can be mistaken
For a crime
That's all I wanted
Just to see my baby's
Blue eyed shine
This time I think that my lover
Understands me
If we have faith in each other
Then we can be
Strong

I will be your father figure
Put your tiny hand in mine
I will be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind
I will be your father figure
I have had enough of crime
I will be the one who loves you
Until the end of time

If you are the desert
I'll be the sea
If you ever hunger -
Hunger for me
Whatever you ask for
That's what I'll be. .

So when you remember the ones who have lied
Who said that they cared
But then laughed as you cried
Beautiful darling
Don't think of me

Because all I ever wanted
It's in your eyes baby, baby
And love can't lie. No...
(greet me with the eyes of a child)
(heaven is a kiss and a smile)
Just hold on, hold on
I won't let you go, my baby

I will be your father figure
Put your tiny hand in mine
I will be your preacher teacher
Anything you have in mind
Will be your father figure
Have had enough of crime
So I am gonna love you)
Until the end of time
Will be your father
Will be your preacher
I'll be your daddy
Will be the one who loves you until the end of time
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&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;For a couple days now I have wanted to write something about this man we call George for he is truly an inspiration in my life. Just recently I watched the Behind the Music on VH1 about his life. I must say that I can really relate to him when it comes to how he views his family, love interest, friends, career. Half of his life he lived in denial that he was in fact gay and when he finally gave into the urges he had for men he came out to his closets friends and they told him to not tell his parents because old school raising doesn't approve of homosexuality (which I can understand), there are so many people today that are hiding behind there fears of being gay that they keep it tucked deep away and get involved in meaningless relationships with the opposite sex and it is just a waist of time it means nothing because you are not choosing love over comfort and humiliation. I am a product of this, I came out to those in my family that mean the most and I must say that some took it ok and think nothing of it (that would be my cousins because they always new I was "different" but my mom took it the hardest and my dad well lets just say that his side of the family knows how to cut you loose without you even seeing it come.) I don't regret being open but I also try not to disrespect either because I now what the bible says and I also know what my heart says and further more....I am getting way off the subject.............&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;George Michael wrote those lyrics expressing true love and feelings I can relate to on so many levels. I felt that song deeply and just recently made a mix tape (yes I said tape some of us still do things the simple way) I had to include a number of songs from his best of album. I guess what I want to say is George lived half of his life in secret or protecting his secret from his family to spare them embarrassment and it wasn't until later on in his life when he felt he found true love that he wanted the world to know and so what if it was with a man. Love has no boundaries. My point......don't hide yourself from the rest of the world or even from your inner desires about yourself because in the end you are supressing and hurting yourself, no one else, be proud of who you are and who you love and who loves you because life is to short to live it in secret and hiding just to please everyone else, the only being that should be of concern is God (if you believe) and only God can cast judgment be it negative or positive, only God has the final say even the bible is not a true reflection of the exact word of God just mans thoughts on God...note for all the non believers see the book of Paul and you tell me if you think Paul was a little queer for those times and he was a prophet. I love my life and my family and the Lord and that is all I need to get by and do my best at everything, you know what who cares if you don't like cause chances are I don't like you....so we even.&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112308004105598068?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112308004105598068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112308004105598068&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112308004105598068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112308004105598068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/08/thats-all-i-wanted-something-special.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112266402091047554</id><published>2005-07-29T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:23.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hold your tounge.....bite someone elses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;People have a way of making you just want nothing to do with them....you just want them to go the hell away...but all I can do is laugh because obviously they don't know shit and don't know any better. Sad but so true..at anyrate, to all those annoying ass get withs and wanna bees and fake asses......this is for you............&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jACK ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112266402091047554?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112266402091047554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112266402091047554&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112266402091047554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112266402091047554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/dont-hold-your-toungebite-someone.html' title='Don&apos;t hold your tounge.....bite someone elses!'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112256143999262112</id><published>2005-07-28T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:23.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Back to the basics..My first love Robert "Bob" Nesta Marley, the one that never let me down with his words of wisdom and encouragement he is the ultimate man! Bob once said.."you're running and you're running away, but you can't run away from yourself....run away from your self.....every man thinks that his burden is the heaviest....every man thinks that his burden is the heaviest, but you can't run away from yourself."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thank you Bob you brought me back to reality you helped me sane and whole again I see what is important, somehow I lost track along the way but I am finding myself again.....&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here is a poem that I wrote a while ago but it makes so much sense to me today so I wanted to share it with those that count...you! Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is Unexpected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With many obstacles and turns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never know where you end up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never know how long you'll stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can only hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can only pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To make the best of your situation before the chance slips away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I saw myself for the first time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today God invaded my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was rebirth of my soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God saw my weakness and gave me strength&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody makes mistakes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only God gives extra takes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make the best of your time while you are here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because life is unexpected&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112256143999262112?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112256143999262112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112256143999262112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112256143999262112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112256143999262112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112249369638654364</id><published>2005-07-27T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:23.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't seem to let it go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Today I was accused of writing something that I didn't and because it looks suspicious I can't even convince the person with proof that it wasn't me....With that in mind I am sorry I ever wrote those 2 comments under the other name, because now it does look like I did it but as God is my witness I didn't write those things about being "Normal", those were not my words not my time wasted writing it. Now I am accused of having a split personality! I can't believe this is happening to me I can't believe that I am being accused of something that I didn't even do and I can't just sit back and take the blame for it.
That is just like me getting busted for 1st degree murder and I know I didn't do it and don't know who did it but the gun is sitting @ my feet..How would you get out of that one? I don't know either so I just have to take it with a grain of salt.
I know now that you already have a love of your life which I can never replace but just remember that this so called love of your life also loves another whom confessed to it before God and just remember how it feels on those special days (holidays, birthdays) when the love of your life is sharing with the "other" person who shares his/her heart. That is how I feel now I wish I could fix it but you can't fix what is broke.
All the things I wrote and said to you I meant, I care a great deal and this hurts more than anything, really, I can only hope that the truth does present itself so you can see and know that I was telling the truth all along.
I am sorry that any of this ever happened, but that is what you get when you open your heart and reveal its weakness, there is always someone right there to break it down and make you wish you never opened your heart in the first place.
Someone once said that the truth shall set you free well look where it got me.
Broken Hearted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112249369638654364?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112249369638654364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112249369638654364&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112249369638654364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112249369638654364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/cant-seem-to-let-it-go.html' title='Can&apos;t seem to let it go'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112248204574371547</id><published>2005-07-27T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:23.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Once again my heart has been broken my truth has been over looked, I don't know what else to do so I guess I do nothing. If I did something I fess up to it.....all I have is my word and I see now that even that doesn't mean shit.

YOU NEVER MADE ME CRY UNTIL TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112248204574371547?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112248204574371547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112248204574371547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112248204574371547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112248204574371547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112247710939364111</id><published>2005-07-27T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:23.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sorry about the anger that I was experiencing yesterday.......I was going through some inner turmoil and I took it out on those I care about...for that I apologize.


First things first:
I fell in love with you the first time I saw your picture..you were wearing a hat tilted to the side with a black see through shirt on and a triangle rainbow necklace....I saw it and was like damn who is that....your eyes had me glued to the picture stuck for about 10 minutes...no lie. So I sent you a note..bold for me because I wasn't out the "closet" yet and I didn't know how you would respond.....but you did. I fell for you hard, our first date to Outback Steak House and I had a glass of wine or was that you? Probably me, and you acted shy but I new better....From then on you played hard to get and I was right there to chase you....cause I fell.....you would surprise me from time to time and come places with me I never thought you would come....remember when I got my hair done and you sat there the whole time just to keep me company ( no one has ever done that before) even though my hair looked even more bushy after I got it done you made me feel so beautiful and acted like you loved it! I dig that....off to modeling! LOL I still think you should have gave it a shot.....remember when you danced for me "freaks" in the basement.....remember the fish and the lion? Remember how it felt just you and I in the dark nothing moving just our body's to the beat.....remember that? I fell in love with you and you never ever new you never ever acted as if it was a big deal but to me it was and is......remember my rug? I never want to get rid of it cause it was a great memory. You are without a doubt my soul connection weather you realize it or not no matter how fucked you think you are we are fucked together......I new I was hopeless when you put the CD in to play a song for me....it was rock! I was hooked! I loved every minute of it.. the car ride when we toyed with the guy in the car next to us? Remember that...... Your finger my mouth...lol he was all confussed it was such a rush..........Just thought you should know that you had/have your chance to be treated the way you wanted/want to.....you have someone who would go that extra mile and do it with a smile........no matter how many times you break my heart and love another....I will always have a soft spot for you...always. I just thought you should know.

ps
it was me that said that shit about bikes and that you pissed me off.....all the other evil crap wasn't me....had to clear that up.
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&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Second:
You are hurting but you are my friend.....We shouldn't go through this time alone we need to go through it together....Hamani I love you more than my blood..you have put that time in with me and our friendship to get that pedestal...I love you more now than I ever did because I am proud of you. You have come along way and I am so very proud of you, I miss us laughing and singing and being silly when we both are crying inside trying to be free, free from our mind, from the world, from all those that try to keep us boxed up(why do people always try to keep us in a fucking box?) well it is time we busted the hell out! Remember when you would reach out to me to rescue you from Euclid hell....well I need your help and guidance to get out of Colorado hell......I need you more than ever.......you are my sister and lets face it you are going to be my only sister cause we to old now for our parents to be having babies! LOL I miss you..you tell the best jokes, even if they are corny you tell them so funny! I miss that. I miss your style and waiting to see what you are wearing cause I just know it is risky and I would never be able to pull it off quite like you..you help me be daring and free even though I am the one folks always think is wild (hint....I'm the Mary and your the Rhoda), I don't like to see or know that you are not happy it makes me hurt and we both can't be hurting who is going to kiss it and make it better. I love you....you are my sister and my friend and I am so very proud of you.

For everyone else...I got you next time around!
Peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112247710939364111?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112247710939364111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112247710939364111&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112247710939364111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112247710939364111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-confessions.html' title='My Confessions'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112238825998444361</id><published>2005-07-26T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:23.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FUCK THE WORLD AND ALL THE INCONSIDERATE ASS BYTCHES IN IT! &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/11626218-112238825998444361?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112238825998444361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112238825998444361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112238825998444361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112238825998444361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/fuck-world-and-all-inconsiderate-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112196721380520327</id><published>2005-07-21T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:23.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So many people think they know me,
SO many pre judge,
So many make assumptions ,
so many underestimate,
So many missout,
So many frustrate me,
So many want to know,
So many don't,
Wish you could learn all about me,
Wish you took the time,
Wish you could be in my head,
Wish you would ask,
Can't believe all that I do,
still another gets the glory,
I sit in the corner just to observe,
now I am antisocial,
Now I am a bitch,
Think I procrastinate,
Think I am not serious,
Think I don't know the deal,
Maybe you should stop thinking and fucking ask me,
Maybe you should stop cutting me off and actually hear what I said,
Maybe my point of view is the right one,
Maybe I CAN DO IT,
Maybe I did,
Maybe you should go to hell,
Maybe YOU need to cry,
Maybe I don't give a fuck,
Maybe I do.
You'll never know cause I'm misunderstood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112196721380520327?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112196721380520327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112196721380520327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112196721380520327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112196721380520327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112145164828515012</id><published>2005-07-15T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:23.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Grown dependant on each other, can’t break away though it’s tearing us apart,
Once I opened up you broke me down,
Not a negotiation, Not a debate, Not a toy, Not a joke!
For the first time….I used you,
I used your body for the pleasure of mine.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;BUT THEN CAME YOU……………………………….
WHO CHANGED MY MIND.
SLOW TO BE OPEN, BUT OUR SOULS NEW EACH OTHER FOR YEARS.
YOU SEND ME SOMETHING ELECTRAFING, HYPNOTISING, MESMORIZING.
YOU TURN ME CHEESY, AND EASY.
“DARLING YOU OOH OOH OOH SEND ME,
HONEST YOU DO,
HONEST YOU DO,
HONEST YOU DO……………
WHOA OAH OAH,
I KNOW THAT YOU OOH OOH OOH SEND ME,
HOENST YOU DO.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112145164828515012?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112145164828515012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112145164828515012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112145164828515012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112145164828515012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/grown-dependant-on-each-other-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112143578030459968</id><published>2005-07-15T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:23.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112143578030459968?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112143578030459968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112143578030459968&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112143578030459968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112143578030459968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/dear-god-help.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112135854219966776</id><published>2005-07-14T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:22.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All cried out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I am so over it
So over you
LET ME GO ALREADY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112135854219966776?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112135854219966776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112135854219966776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112135854219966776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112135854219966776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-cried-out.html' title='All cried out...'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112117575088185029</id><published>2005-07-12T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:22.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real quick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK this is my new thing that I am trying out...................When I see or hear or experience something I will write it down and share it in my blog.....I did something like this in college called "after thoughts" my best friend and I would go to class and write down what happened after it happened and share it with each other when we would meet up in the cafe`...Even though she is not speaking to me right now.....This ones is for you!&lt;/em&gt;


Ok so I am coming into work this morning, mind you that it will be close to 95 degrees today and it is already 85..And this gentleman comes out the building wearing a golden satin shirt!!!!!! lawd what is his problem....He is going to faint! Wait...He is going to make me faint! LOL take that hot ass shirt off!!!!!. LOL
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112117575088185029?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112117575088185029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112117575088185029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112117575088185029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112117575088185029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/real-quick.html' title='Real quick!'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112109170199403064</id><published>2005-07-11T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:22.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This past weekend I went to see the movie CRASH finally! LOL and yes it is still playing at select theaters. Those of you who saw this movie will know where I am coming from when I say whoa!
Leaving the movie theater left me in a state of quiet uneasiness.....Never have I seen a movie that for one had an all star cast that was a "mental" type of movie. The writer for this film was a genius and had a great vision from a higher being.....I think the movie should have been called Karma.

Not to go into to much detail about it just in case there are others out there like me who just haven't had the chance to see it yet. But even though it wasn't a blatant message there was a spirituality about this movie..It showed various forms of prejudices on a spiritual level, mental level, exact level, race level, sex level, oh my god......But what really got to me was when one of the characters got it! I mean they saw the whole picture like a revelation..........Damn let me know who saw it so I can go into more detail I think I want to start a movie club where we watch controversial movies then afterward discuss it! I would love to watch this movie with some of my white friends who have KKK in there family or the white friends that only date black men or black friends that only date white women, you know.............It is about time that a movie like this came out saying all the things that we don't have the guts to say around each other but you have the guts to talk about another race or persons stature or occupation among those who are most like you? Why is that? Why...Why judge another person? Why assume that because they "look" a certain way that they have nothing to offer you, or they will harm you and those who we think are safe or smart will be the main ones sneaking and plotting to kill your ass. You feel me? Nevertheless, it is a great movie that I think everyone should see and watch it with your kids.......It is that important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112109170199403064?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112109170199403064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112109170199403064&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112109170199403064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112109170199403064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-past-weekend-i-went-to-see-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112109244378652780</id><published>2005-07-11T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:22.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOD Bless Luther.....David Haynes.....Jonny C. and who ever I forgot to mention that has left this earth. God Bless your soul......peace....shalome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112109244378652780?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112109244378652780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112109244378652780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112109244378652780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112109244378652780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/god-bless-luther.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-112066507937261721</id><published>2005-07-06T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:22.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I now God has a plan for me...I know that things will get better for me......One day love will reveal to be true.....one day....I will love again.....one day I will be successfull.....one day.....one day I will smile because of you.....one day I will understand.....one day.


Thank you Father for all my blessings thank you for my brain...thank you for compliments...thank you for family....thank you for the money I do have.....thank you........

I love the fact the strangers approach me all the time and say such sweet things about my appearance about my spirit.... wish people I new would have such sweet things to say about me.....fell into a shell......lonley........quiet......day dream.....I day dream a lot.......wishing hoping I had you ................wishing you desired me..............always the ones we want the most we will never have..........I wish that didn't suck....I wish it weren't true. But it is.........I wish I had the answers......I wish I could make you happy.......I wish I could make me happy.....I can only hope.

Got to take care of me.....got to get things done.........got to be the best.....can't stop can't give up.....got to make it....got to reach my goal.........if not for me..than for my seed.

God.....never forsake me....never abandon me.......hear my calls.....hear my heart....hear me.....Thank you...for everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-112066507937261721?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/112066507937261721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=112066507937261721&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112066507937261721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/112066507937261721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-now-god-has-plan-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111962335515079901</id><published>2005-06-24T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:22.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genuine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today started off so swell....LOL what am I in Leave it to beaver! "Swell" LOL anyway.....Ok I visited my favorite coffee shop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firehook.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;www.firehook.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; and saw my favorite customer service coffee makers and got a free cheese cake, as I was coming out of the store a white lady walked up to me slurping her made up coffee shake...Yes they make shit up too and it is the bomb ! LOL So she is walking with me telling me that I am cute and not just from the outside but also from the inside too......She said that I have a cuteness about me (I guess I should take that as a good thing) but the point is it made me feel good. I told her thank my mother and she said thank your mother for your outward appearance but thank myself for the inside......I didn't think anyone noticed that I can be a &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; person...hehe, but that was very genuine of her she didn't have to say anything to me and I appreciate that. Thank you white lady!


I called my best bud this morning waking her up "something that I am famous for doing, waking people up" and we had a nice chat catching up on things cause both of us has gotten a little busy these days. She is a great person and I am proud to have known her all these years..I am proud that we were able to remain friends all these years even when there were "hatters" amongst us that didn't like our friendship..We still over came that, she is growing up and I can see it I am so proud of her....But let me tell you...........Remember when Joy took us back to school aka VA State and we had a huge argument about what I forgot but one thing you said to me that still stands out....You told me to be more like a big sister to you because I was older and you are tired of giving me advice! "lawd you got some nerve!" but it made sense.....So that is what I tried to do.........And here is my big sister advice to you for the day..........YOU BETTER NOT DO WHAT WE DISCUSSED THIS MORNING SO DON'T CALL THAT PLACE BACK YOU HEAR ME!!!!!!!!! I don't want to find out you did like I found out about trial and error stage @ VSU note "short white chic" forgot her name Renee` or something like that..Yeah , you should know what I mean note"orange wig"....hmph! Anyway we won't go there again!
I love you girl and I got your back no matter what....I'm the Mary and you're the Rhoda! LOL

yawl let me tell you my grandmother has learned how to use a computer....She can only play the card games on it but I am so proud of her this is a woman who to this day will not get call waiting! I mean for real she said it is rude to tell someone hold on to take another call when you just going to call them back anyway so they might as well call you when you off the phone...Got to love her LOL, I told her that I will teach her how to send e-mails and stuff then she started going on about the projects she assigned me that I never finished..Shut me up! LOL My point...I love her she made this bomb ass Rum Cake and even though she gave me her recipe I still aint master that cake as good as she has.......Thanks grandma for all you do even though you don't know how to use the internet and will never see this blog....I love you babe and please stop scaring the kids during the Thunder Storms....lawd they think if they move the thunder and lightening will kill them....Traumatized for real! LOL

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every time I ride the damn train I encounter something more wierd than the next day....Yesterday I was on the train making my observations as I like to do...I noticed this lady who looked like she worked out or took steroids but anyhoo....She had broad shoulders and shoulder length feather/layered hair with dangley earrings and she looked quiet..Then the lady did a hair toss and pulled her purse closer to her medium size chest when I noticed it......A damn Adams apple!!!!!!!!!!What the #@#*!!!!! Adams apple folks...The bitch was a man I was to through! What is this world coming to? Dunno.....

How do you feel about getting your salad tossed? That shit feels good.....If you don't know try it! Toss a salad today!!!!!LOL don't mind me folks I am on cloud nine I am...........Hey don't blame me blame this full moon!


Later folks.......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111953661742589518?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111953661742589518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111953661742589518&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111953661742589518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111953661742589518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/06/full-moon.html' title='Full Moon...........'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111946539118735743</id><published>2005-06-22T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:22.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficial Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why I LOVE Seven Jeans so much............



because they look so damn good! For the first time I found a pair of jeans to fit my shape...It is hard for us petite women with small frames to find pants that fits us all over well have no fear ladies 7's are here! LOL Sometimes when I wear a pair some strange man with nothing better to say will say "I like those V's", dumb ass they aren't fuckin v's LOL....Anyway they can get kind of expensive but I found a place that sales them cheaper than a department store would ..Thank God for my shopping skills.
Here are some pictures of me in my most recent pair......Enjoy...Damn I look good tehehehe!
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Stay tuned for more I don't feel like writing right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111927942778520195?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111927942778520195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111927942778520195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111927942778520195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111927942778520195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/06/calm.html' title='Calm'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111929285676580595</id><published>2005-06-20T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:22.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Back in the days when I was young...I'm not a kid anymore but some days I sit and wish I was a kid again.....I remember way back when.....Back in the day.....Back in the day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just the other day I was day dreaming in this head of mine and I recalled this memory from when I was in high school that stood out for me....The subject came up when a friend of mine asked me to name one memory from my life that I was completely happy.....I couldn't think of one so I decided to settle for a time when I had a lot of fun......
It was 11 grade first period...I had the reputation of a "Ganja" smoker....anyhoo.....LOL, this guy that was new to the school by way of Ohio came up to me in home room AKA first period and gave me a balled up piece of paper..so I looked at him and was what the fuck is this and proceeded to throw it in the trash, when he said open it and look...it was atleast $5.00 worth, (and back then you really got your moneys worth.) the note read.."If you like call ____ @ this number#.......... so I looked at him and was like cool. THE BELL RUNG... I saw Leah (my smoke DOG) and asked her if she wanted to go and try it...we set a time and when the time came met @ the side of the school to walk toward the woods. We didn't go in our usual spot because two guys had joined us and shared then left. Once they were gone leah rolled a joint......three pulls into it and we were smashed! The fire alarm went off and we saw a lower class mate running out the side door around the back under the wall near the gym...Then the administrator came out looking for him...She never found him...Then the fire trucks came on the grass near the gym and leah and I walked through the woods into the neighborhood on the other side of the trees and the school......we couldn't believe we saw all that we thought we were just high......Anyway.....we found a fake creek and a tree and finished the first "boy" rolled another one.......The day is almost over school is almost out.....so we walk.....And walk.......I noticed we are not to far from my house.....so we agree to walk the rest of the way.....(I live 10 to 15 minutes away from the school..driving could take 20 depending) we couldn't believe that we weren't even tired....That was some strong shit!!!!! we come to a Rhode that leads to the street my neighborhood is in when a car of 3 guys pull out...heuy, lewy, dewy..LOL Donald ducks boys...(well that is what their names sound like something like that..I forgot) but they were faking and it wasn't any room for us so we kept walking....Half way down the Rhode an upper classman from our school pulls up alone in his car...proceeds to drive along side us until I say give us a ride.......Lawd! LOL he drove us to my house. We see "the boys" from the hood outside and they invite us to "join" them in a cipher. We did, then the ice cream truck comes and saves us....we go in the house"my house" when my mom comes home and offers to take us to the movies to see &lt;em&gt;Dead Presidents &lt;/em&gt;and then took leah home and I went to bed with a big ass grin on my face.
That was a good day if I say so myself....Kids don't try this @ your school! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111929285676580595?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111929285676580595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111929285676580595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111929285676580595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111929285676580595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-in-days-when-i-was-young.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111894566510158080</id><published>2005-06-16T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:22.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawd!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;OK never mind that fact that I have been dealing with ignorant pricks all day but let me ask you...
When you get a sandwich and you ask for deli mustard does that mean Dijon? I thought deli mustard was "yellow mustard?!!!!! And when I ask you to make my sandwich over that doesn't mean scrap the shit off it means make the whole fuckin sandwich over bitch!!!!

When you ask someone to have a date @ the movies isn't the person you are asking suppose to assume that the movie is on you??? What the fuck?! I guess we aint going why the fuck you ask me if you don't have any fuckin money..Bitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ass!@#$#%$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ass!@#$#%$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;##!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111894566510158080?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111894566510158080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111894566510158080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111894566510158080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111894566510158080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/06/lawd.html' title='Lawd!'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111893367513685884</id><published>2005-06-16T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:21.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;OK today I got some shit to talk about
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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was reading Blakk Widdow's blog and she was talking about Love and what it means to you....quite frankly I don't think I believe in it anymore. I mean Love is so over rated to me really I hate the fact that you put your trust in someone, you trust them with your body, your thoughts, your home, your days, your nights, your family, your secrets, you. For what!!!!!! To be dispapointed to have your time wasted, how hard is it to find someone willing to listen to you, hear you, understand you, and be your friend as well as your lover. Pretty damn hard let me tell you! Shit..........I don't think it is possible. I stopped caring, I stopped desiring, I don't give a fuck really. Being single is starting to sound real good to me right now....I mean to take my life back, to go as I please and if I want your fuckin opinion I will ask for it! Why when you in a relationship your significant other thinks you want to hear what the fuck they got to say and they don't even understand where you coming from never been there and if they did probably would kill themselves from all the stress and pressure cause they sweet asses can't handle "real life"....Goddammit I hate fuckin &lt;strong&gt;LOVE....&lt;/strong&gt;Whoever created Cupid needs to be shot in the ass!!! I know &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't make &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; feel like this can't be possible..Some evil demon child conjured the idea of love to curse humans..That's it! That is the logic of it all! I don't have the time for it.....
Why is it so hard to let go? Why do they keep hanging on, why let them? *sigh* This shit sucks...I don't remember signing up for this! I don't recall the day I got a fuckin conciense! Shit take it back!!!!! Take this damn heart back!!!!!! Fuck!!!!!! I miss being cold hearted I miss fucking and ducking LOL that sounded funny. I miss &lt;strong&gt;MISS BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;...Hey lady you still in there? LOL I miss your mean ass!!!!LOL *sigh* I needed to vent.


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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;"&gt;OK....
I was on the train yesterday on my way to "HELL" and this man got on the train....Your average male look like he worked at best buy or block buster or something...The type of guy that when you call the IT department in your office he comes running to the rescue! Complete with glasses and everything...Any way what makes him soooo special...Well I'll tell you...duh..As if I wasn't hehehe....I look down and this motha fucka had a goddamn manicure...Complete with Cherry Red Polish and a bomb ass length I mean his hands look damn good like hands you would see in an add of a magazine good what the fuckkkkk! LOL I wanted to know if he was a hand model for a women's mag or something???? LOL That shit looked real weird!


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YOU FUCKIN ASS HOLE YOU GET ON MY FUCKIN NERVE.........STOP ASKING ME ALL THESE GOD DAMN QUESTIONS.................................YOU FUCKIN BITCH DO YOUR FUCKIN JOB OR GO THE FUCK HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHIT I MEAN GOD DAMN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?????? YOU ARE TO DAMN GROWN TO BE ACTING LIKE THIS.......ISN'T IT YOUR JOB??????????
YOU FUCKIN ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IF THE BITCH DON'T ASNSWER THE FUCKIN PHONE THAN SHE NOT THERE SHIT!!!!!! STOP FUCKIN CALLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DO YOUR OWN DAMN WORK......FUCKIN LOOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WISH I COULD BEAT YOU IN YOUR FUCKIN HEAD YOU MORON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PRICK....................BITCH...................................I DON'T FUCKIN CARE......................DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A SHIT......................................DO YOU SEE MY FUCKIN FACE.................................OF COURSE NOT CAUSE YOUR ASS KEPP CALLING YOU DAMN FUCKER........................................................................................................
SHIT I WISH I HAD POWERS SO I COULD BLOW YOUR ASS UP AND NO ONE WILL FIND THE REMAINS OF YOUR BODY.................................STOP FUCKIN ASKING ME........SHIT I DON'T KNOW AND I DON'T GIVE A SHIT.......................................................DO SOME FUCKIN WORK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111893583881522372?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111893583881522372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111893583881522372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111893583881522372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111893583881522372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-so-fuckin-frustrated-with-people.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111876571573137472</id><published>2005-06-14T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:21.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah yadiyadi ya! LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;OK....so I haven't written a blog in quite a while.....I have so much on my mind that I really don't want to talk about....
I am open to suggestions of blogs....
How has everyone been?
Missed me?
I missed you...........
Give me a subject and I will run with it!
Make it good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111876571573137472?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111876571573137472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111876571573137472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111876571573137472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111876571573137472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/06/blah-blah-yadiyadi-ya-lol.html' title='Blah Blah yadiyadi ya! LOL'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111756825912563943</id><published>2005-05-31T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:21.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the most interesting blogs yet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://postsecret.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111756825912563943?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111756825912563943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111756825912563943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111756825912563943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111756825912563943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-of-most-interesting-blogs-yet.html' title='One of the most interesting blogs yet!'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111659802766758025</id><published>2005-05-20T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:20.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee anyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;In the midst of the rain I still find happiness........

My favorite coffee shop...The one I visit every morning has become more than just a coffee place to me it has become home a family........
Every morning I can't wait to go downstairs (from my office) to visit my good old friends that work and live by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firehook.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.firehook.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; fire hook has the best coffee in all of DC! Really Way better than Starbucks, one small cup of coffee here and you are good for the whole day.
Not just your average coffee shop..........The employees really make the difference....You can walk in on any given day and see Chris, Sofia, Melvin, and the beautiful Ethiopian lady (I forgot her name) who always calls me "Anita!" LOL I just answer even if that is not my name. Hearing Chris sing along to the quite eclectic music selection ranging from....Elton John.....Deniese Williams.."Silly of me to think that I..", I got five on it, Jazz, temptations..You name they have it and sing along too! I love it! Not only am I greeted with such warmth and happiness but I get great coffee and Danish with fruit or a cinnamon role with icing, or a plain crescent I know I am getting it fresh and I even get an occasional treat free (cause I'm soooo sweet). Here is my thanks to the staff @ Firehook on 4th Street NW...........Thank you for always making my th day. I love my coffee! I Love my experience! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111659802766758025?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111659802766758025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111659802766758025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111659802766758025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111659802766758025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/05/coffee-anyone.html' title='Coffee anyone!'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111635453410331571</id><published>2005-05-17T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:20.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Track........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What do you do when the person you once loved....you have no more love for them?
What do you do when you lost the desire to make anyone happy but yourself?
What do you do when you don't even care if it hurts your feelings or not?
What do you do when you don't want to stay but you just can't leave....and don't know why?
What do you do when you go through the motions and waist your time?
What do you do when you find it somewhere else?
What do you do when all you need is you?

Be happy right!

I mean is it bad to stop loving the one that claims to love you?
Is it bad when you don't even care what they do as long as they leave you the hell alone?
Is it bad when you always have a secret agenda?
Is it?
I mean damn emotion loss..that is what it came down to....who's going to do it first?
I guess me damn do I need to spell it out!
Why...Why....Why.. torment yourself if it aint there.
Don't force something to work when it never was going to work in the first place.
Rewind............
oops I done it again......I played with your heart..............and I don't fuckin care......!

Like Brandi said, "Almost doesn't count"......you got that right!
You almost had me but oops......to fast gone again.
5..4..3...2...1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111635453410331571?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111635453410331571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111635453410331571&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111635453410331571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111635453410331571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-track.html' title='Back Track........'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111625472572287241</id><published>2005-05-16T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:20.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OK first I got so much to talk about............breath....ok here's the situation my parents went a way on a weeks vacation and they left the keys to the brand new porsche would they mind hmm well of course not.......LOL sike remember that song! I used to know all of it...."old age" tehehe....serious though...

Did you hear what the prime minister of Mexico said about Black Americans?! He said that the reason so many Mexicans can come to the US and get trade jobs is because we "African Americans" are lazy...! What the fuck!!!!! Ok do you see something wrong with this picture?! Why are African Americans the lowest form on Earth I mean Damn it is bad enough that we don't respect ourselves but now half the world thinks we are a fucking joke too! My argument is why are we in competition with labor workers.....what about white people...they don't work labor jobs? They aren't lazy! I mean damn........really this is how many other races view us and is it ok? are we going to let him say this about us? One breath he is allowing his country to work in the us for minimum wages and then on the other hand he is standing next to President Bush smiling like Bush really gives a damn about him esp. since he has Texas finest "KKK" covering the borders to control the flow of "Mexicans" into and out this country....he is an ignorant fuck if he really thinks that the republican party let alone Bush gives two rats asses where he works as long as his ass is working for real cheap...they don't want African Americans working for them because we want full pay and a raise....ok. The nerve of him I don't even think an apology is worth it he needs to work these jobs that he thinks African Americans are so lazy to perform and see how easy it is for him and get paid next to nothing. That mess pissed me off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111625472572287241?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111625472572287241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111625472572287241&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111625472572287241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111625472572287241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-first-i-got-so-much-to-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111601537341003146</id><published>2005-05-13T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:20.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: August 19
Your birth on the 19th day of the month adds a tone of independence and extra energy to your life path.
But at the same time, it poses a number of obstacles to overcome before you are able to be as independent as you would like. The number 1 energy suggests more executive ability and leadership qualities than your path may have indicated.

A birthday on the 19th of any month gives greater will power and self-confidence, and very often a rather original approach. However, a somewhat self-centered approach to life that may be in conflict with some of the other influences in your life.
This 1 energy may diminish your ability and desire to handle details, preferring instead to paint with a broad brush.

You are sensitive, but your feeling stay somewhat repressed.
You have a compelling manner that can be dominating in many situations.
You do not tend to follow convention or take advice very well.

Consequently, you tend to learn through experience; sometimes hard experiences.
The 19/1 is a loner number and you may experience feelings of being alone even if you are married.
You may take on a tendency to be nervous and angry. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/NW_moehawk.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111601537341003146?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111601537341003146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111601537341003146&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111601537341003146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111601537341003146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/05/truth.html' title='The Truth'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111592822175534493</id><published>2005-05-12T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:20.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Secret Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mos def..."Panties"
sums up how I feel...............

You ever had that one that you got sooooo close but never succeeded...never had that chance.......never fully gratified, satisfied, sexified that one....theee one. Damn "ooh baby you make me feel so good, let me show you how".

I want to take my time starting with my hand gently touching the side of your face capturing your profile so sweet and dainty like an angel,
bending over to kiss ever so soft that small spot that separates your cheek from your neck, moving up to the middle of your cheek, moving up to the tip of your nose, moving up to your forehead all the while my hand grabbing your locks so luminous and free like a lions mane,
slow real slow.........I kiss your lips.....You seem tense so I step back.....Get a good look, let you see my eyes starring in admiration..........You move in to kiss me....So sweet......Wet........"ooh baby you make me feel so good...Let me take you by the hand"..............
I feel your hand on my knee....ooh wee, so I lean in........Touch your waist, damn....My hand can't help but slide....Sliding up....up.......up on your side.....Cupping your right bosom.....So full so soft, so I continue to the tip, my hand is warm...Hot even..So I squeeze not hard just a firm press to fell the raisin size milk drainer...(LOL, just imagine) your eyes closed....Your hand lost.............My body shook.........Your body opened........"Let me show you......I want to show you......"

oooh baby you make me feel so good you never new how.......You never new.
We got so close...So very close....It was nice while it lasted yet you still remain to be mine....My secret.....My crush. Until the day we fulfill what we started, until then you will never know. But I want to show you........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111592822175534493?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111592822175534493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111592822175534493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111592822175534493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111592822175534493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-secret-crush.html' title='My Secret Crush'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111591352022978623</id><published>2005-05-12T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:20.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have heard everything you said....I am listening and I understand. Thank you for you honesty thank you for your support. Thank you for your friendship and thank you for your love. Thank you everyone for carrying.

I am not perfect nor do I try to be. I simply just want to be happy, free, productive, loved, and carrying. I try my best, sometimes I fuck up but don't we all?

In my music rotation I have been listening to this sista (white chic), she may be from England but the Chile can sang......I am really feeling this song I think it applies to me. Enjoy............

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've got a right to be wrong
My mistakes will make me strong
I'm stepping out into the great unknown
I'm feeling wings though I've never flown
I've got a mind of my own
I'm flesh and blood to the bone
I'm not made of stone
Got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone
I've got a right to be wrong
I've been held down too long
I've got to break free
So I can finally breathe
I've got a right to be wrong
Got to sing my own song
I might be singing out of key
But it sure feels good to me
Got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone
You're entitled to your opinion
But it's really my decision
I can't turn back, I'm on a mission
If you care don't you dare blur my vision
Let me be all that I can be
Don't smother me with negativity
Whatever's out there waiting for me
I'm going to faced it willingly
I've got a right to be wrong
My mistakes will make me strong
I'm stepping out into the great unknown
I'm feeling wings though I've never flown
I've got a mind of my own
Flesh and blood to the bones, I'm not made of stone
I've got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone
I've got a right to be wrong
I've been held down to long
I've got to break free s I can finally breathe
I've got a right to be wrong
Got to sing my own song
I might be singing out of key
But it sure feels good to me
I've got a right to be wrong
So just leave me alone
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Joss_stone.bmp" /&gt;

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In my solitude why think if my opinion doesn't matter,
So I sit here in my solitude alone and quiet,
I reach out but there is no one to grab my hand,
In my solitude I am dazed and solemn because my voice is silent,
So I sit here quiet in my solitude,
No need to write because who will read,
No need to speak because who will talk back,
Just need to shut up and maybe I will be missed,
Who knows,
Who cares,
I sit in my Solitude quiet and dazed.
Good bye...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;Inspired by the song of Billie Holiday, not her actual words but she was my inspiration......
In the same words of Hamani, "I am taking a sabbatical from it all," so I will be quiet for a while.
Peace &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="height=200width=200Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Sing_Holiday.jpg" /&gt;

&lt;img height="200" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Billie_Holiday.bmp" /&gt;

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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111573944854159190?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111573944854159190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111573944854159190&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111573944854159190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111573944854159190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-my-solitude-why-should-i-speak-if.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111532260583776204</id><published>2005-05-05T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:20.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A song to sing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My eyes are on you Lord..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I look for direction..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I look for all things..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm following you..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My eyes are on you Lord...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I look for direction...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I look for all things...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm following you...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;For you are not an ordinary God...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and this is not an ordinary war...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;we are called to be extrodinary people...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to honor the King of Glory....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to honor the King of Glory....&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/11626218-111532260583776204?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111532260583776204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111532260583776204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111532260583776204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111532260583776204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/05/song-to-sing.html' title='A song to sing....'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111513287942592708</id><published>2005-05-03T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:20.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;feel like rambling........
Ok so I am on the train this morning and I got a seat all to myself until this man walks on the train at the next stop. He is walking with a limp because he has a wood cane with him...And he kind of looks like he could be Ben Laden's cousin with a bush and full beard instead of a Turban. Anyhoo......he sits next to me and I swear this man started to sniff me! I mean maybe it was my imagination or something but damn! LOL His head kept getting real close to me then he would let out a moan..."hmmm" then a louder one, "mmhmm" I started to get scared! Then his head got close to me again, I think he was smelling me. That was a weird moment. I am glad I didn't have that far to go! LOL

I got an e-mail about a model job in NY this morning.......Very sweet deal but here is the catch......The job was for April 27-May1! What in the hell! Today is May 3 you ass hole! I wonder if the girl sent it to me late on purpose? I responded in the e-mail and told her thank you for the information but it was a couple days to late and she responded "I just realized I sent it late"....What a bitch! I hate that shit. She knew that crap was after the deadline...Do I really want to work with people who have no regard for time? Hell No!

This weekend I worked for this hair company "Sebastian" and that was the first time I worked with an all white team...Very interesting. The difference I noticed between black models and white models is that white models will kill for there two minutes of fame, black models are more lacked and chill and just get the two minutes because they are black in an all white environment. Needless to say I was the "token" girl. There was this Asian girl I was paired with for the runway and she is preparing herself to model in Paris so she looks like a skeleton, that bitch was getting on my nerves. I mean ok we have gone over the scene 50 times already! I get it I know what the fuck to do.....she wanted to make sure I didn't make her look bad ( by the way she was acting it showed) but she didn't realize that compared to me her ass was 10 times taller so everyone will be looking at her anyway! Plus, I am not going to make myself look like a damn fool either hello! LOL I wanted to smack her and tell her to leave me the fuck alone but she was a senior model and I was a new comer "token" so I just smiled and And walked the shit out of that runway......They were surprised because I held back during the rehearsal but I gave it to them during the show. I thought that if you were a professional of anything you need to be able to work with all types (Hair, skin, body etc.) and they did not know how to put make up on this black girl. I looked like Michael Jackson in The Wizard of oz.....I looked set the fuck up! Hello I am not a 9! My makeup color is closer to a 6 the higher the number the darker the foundation they did not know what to do. But one good thing about working with an all white team rather than an all black team is white people look out for you, they hook you up and they are more chill and relaxed about it all...Black people get uptight and go on head trips. I learned allot and now I know what not to do and what to do.....Note to self travel with own foundation. LOL
&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/11626218-111513287942592708?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111513287942592708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111513287942592708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111513287942592708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111513287942592708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-feel-like-rambling.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111504330144443689</id><published>2005-05-02T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:20.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to write but somehow I got writters block. I have been so busy lately with so many things on my mind that I don't know where to begin. I am tired...in addition to physical I feel ran down. doing to many things. I will write about all the projects I am in later.....not sure if anyone reads these blogs other than seandia anyway....and I know I will talk to her today so we will see how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111504330144443689?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111504330144443689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111504330144443689&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111504330144443689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111504330144443689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-want-to-write-but-somehow-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111479932030131938</id><published>2005-04-29T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:19.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday is here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;"&gt;"It's Friday hey and I'm ready to swing, pick up my girls and hit the party scene...Tonight....Ohh it's alright mmmmm."

Remember that song? I used to love it...Still do so much fun. Lately I have been so negative so I decided to bring a little of "Me" back! Yay! LOL I don't have shit to say but enjoy yourself, enjoy the little things in life. Have fun and be sweet. Go to the strip club or something.....Get fucked up! LOL and totally forget about what happened the next morning! LOL I love it!

Have a good weekend...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111479932030131938?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111479932030131938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111479932030131938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111479932030131938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111479932030131938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-is-here.html' title='Friday is here!'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111469933053013077</id><published>2005-04-28T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:19.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Thursday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This morning as I was on the train on my way to work this young guy could be between 19 and 23 was begging for money.....What is so strange about this you ask, he was white. That is something that I don't see everyday a white middle class boy/man begging for money on the train? What was even more strange was that he didn't ask the white people on the train for money he only asked that black! What the F#@*! (trying to cut back on cuss words) I never thought that the economy was so bad that even white people have to beg....He had about $1.00 in change that he showed me so I could see that he had something but then he was being specific and said do I have a fare card with 30 or 50 cents on it?! What in the hell! You don't beg and then give limitations on what you get from a total stranger! He was that close to getting an old fare card that I have but since my fare card had $1.30 on it that wasn't in his request..So the son of a bitch missed out. The nerve of him. LOL &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today is the day I go to court for Child Support.....I know you men out there are clutching your stomach but this is a reality that ..NOT ALL but MOST baby daddies don't take on the responsibility of supporting their children esp. If the child does not live with them so yes I left it in the hands of the law and took that bitch to court....Which he still doesn't pay shit that is why we have a hearing today. Anyway pray that the law goes in the favor of the child. If I could leave you with one request men.................For all those who have children out of wed lock and are dealing with baby mamma's and child support. Before the mother of your child the women that you laid down with and came inside (it takes to to tango!) , takes your ass to court and gives you a chance to have an agreement outside the law....Jump at that chance! Don't be as ass and think you are hurting the mother buy not wanting to help because if you haven't noticed by now ALL BABY MAMMA'S get theirs regardless, the one you are hurting is that baby your baby! So if the mother says "look I don't want to take you to child support so if you could help with the babysitter, school, and small things like socks, underwear and milk for the baby than we are cool"....You know that ass couldn't even do that much so that is why I took his ass to court. Dummy! Now he is going to jail because he hasn't paid shit in 5 years and now has a warrant for his arrest! Who is getting who back now? SOME MEN ....NOT ALL are dumb as shit!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111469933053013077?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111469933053013077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111469933053013077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111469933053013077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111469933053013077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-is-thursday.html' title='Today is Thursday?'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111444133085022359</id><published>2005-04-25T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:19.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of you got the game fucked up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OK obviously some people who read my blog can't read and call themselves trying to buss me out so let me get things straight! Ready..... Go....

Someone who has issues of holding up to their word left me a comment on my last blog about if I don't like men then why should I care who black men date...Well let me tell you........


I am black! Duh.......I am a woman.......Duh!
You ever look around and see Asians..They look Asian, Caucasians....They look white, Africans look black (or have the look of their country), etc. Black Americans are the only race of people who look like all races of people...Why you ask because we fuck every other race but our own. Why can't we be a pure race.....Why can't we be proud that we are from a "free" country and have perfect skin and perfect bodies "skin that everyone tries to get, bodies that people pay money for to have" we are the only race that wants what the next race has except appreciate what we have. A lot of "well to do" black men in this country don't date black women (with the exception of Denzel Washington, and Samuel L. Jackson) you always see them with a Spanish women or white women or mixed women never a full blood Black women...Why is that? We aren't good enough for you? I don't appreciate black men only wanting to be with black women when they don't have anything.....Broke, no car , no house etc. When you get something it is like oooh now I need me a fare skin women with long straight hair! What the fuck! You so confused because the minute you loose everything those "pretty perfect" women will leave your ass then you come crawling back to us "Mother Earth".

Getting off the subject..Back to that jack ass who wrote that comment....
First of all I NEVER said I didn't like black men....I LOVE black men that is why I care so much about the decisions you make in life, I think black men are the most amazing and intelligent creatures on earth! Why do you think everyone wants a piece of you?! What I said was I DON'T LIKE HAVING SEX WITH MEN! Period you dummy! I don't like the way it feels being with a man, it doesn't feel good to ME!
Understand now looser?! Learn to fucking read and comprehend.....Hooked on phonics worked for me!
Fuckin prick!
you must have a small penis! LOL


Ps
Love is where you find it....Love doesn't have color so if you find someone of another race to love, than love them for those reasons not because of the color of their skin or where they came from but because you fell in love with who they are as a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111444133085022359?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111444133085022359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111444133085022359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111444133085022359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111444133085022359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/04/some-of-you-got-game-fucked-up.html' title='Some of you got the game fucked up!'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111409548536512490</id><published>2005-04-21T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:19.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be continued from Hamani.........(Mel kiss my grits....!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My bestest bud, sister, the one person I love more than anything in this world except my blood started this blog and it made sense to me and I asked some of the same questions. So here is my version...............
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Why.....

Why am I a lesbian

Why do I enjoy it

Why do I not like sex with men

Why do they make me feel like I will vomit if they touch me

Why is it so hard to get a "good job", even if you have a degree

Why do most gay men and women live in the most expensive homes and have the best jobs but the world hates them

Why is the L word such a realistic show

Why is true honest real love rare

Why do black, Spanish, and church people love Bush

Why is it hard for me to trust

Why don't I respect my father

Why do I still call him my father

Why do I have little faith in myself but think the world of everyone around me

Why gossip

Why cry and waist tears on something or someone that does not matter

Why do I work three jobs

Why do white girls have big ass boodies now and where did they get them from

Why do black men love to date White, Spanish and Asian women......

Why in every race the men date outside their race but never with a black women

Why are black women underrated but the best at every fuckin thing

Why does it feel good to cuss

Why did I cut my hair

Why do I miss what I can never have

Why do the homeless people near my job have more money than me

Why won't they lend me a dollar

Why is Law and Order always on the damn T.V. at any given time any day of the week

Why am I starting to like it now

Why is Mad Power Unit still sending Hamani and me passes to the parties when they won't let her in and I will murder that son of a bitch!( &lt;em&gt;he knows who he is&lt;/em&gt;!)

Why was that funny as hell to me just now !LOL

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Let me go I could go on for days......This blog just made me chuckle
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Dana and the other chic (I don't know why I can never remember her name), they are a cute couple but they are getting on my fucking nerves. I mean they want to try and make their relationship really work getting toys and all that shit that is sweet but they are just to cutesy I wonder how long that will last? Not long knowing lesbians.
Jenny need to get the fuck on! I don't like her! I mean she couldn't see that Carmen has a thing for Shane and vice versa? Everyone can see it! Shane needs to give Carmen a chance because it could work Carmen is feeling her and she has love that Shane needs, Shane has to learn to trust I think that is a great match and I think Jenny should be with that pushy ass English chic and let Blonde girl get back with Bette.
Whew! I love this show as you can see......So realistic.
The question is what is going to happen to the dude that taped them!? Are they going to kick his ass or let him make the movie? We shall watch Sunday and see!
L Word fans let me hear your comments.......
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ode to a dear dear friend of mine who was mysteriously brought to his death about two years ago around this time.....Chakkan "Tony". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You ever had a friend who was thugged out in every since of the word...I did and I miss him, I was thinking yesterday about the years we had been friends and how it is very rare for "street guys" to take a young lady under their wing and be a big brother to her ( you know without trying their hand in sex) he was not like that he was a great friend to me..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;we met when I was 18 in the basement of a friend from college (my freshman year) home and he had some Hennessey and alize` (the yellow, not that red shit) any way that was my drink at the time and when I said to him "you not sharing" he looked at me like this young ass girl can't handle this....Then he said it "baby girl this grown folks drink".........I took it to the head , we stepped outside blazed up one and that was all she wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;During that time of my life I was sort of tom boyish complete with corn rolls and sneakers so he started to call me baby thug cause my temper was fierce! ( I was a bad ass back in the day LOL) My big bro got locked up in DC jail after filming the "street life/thug something documentary" his ass was on there representing S.E. so my friend who was his "fuck buddy" at the time and I went to visit him in the jail every Friday when we took that long drive from Petersburg to DC. That went on for about 2 months and when he got out we were roll dogs again. Everyone thought our friendship was wired but it was real.....We booked girls together and went to the studio (well he allowed me to hang in the studio a couple times to drop some poems to beats, the studio was for the boys..So I was told) then one day his ass just blew the fuck up! I mean bling bling and a CD and all that shit...I was like damn big bro..."You think you can tell time if all those diamonds are blocking the clock....Dumb ass" he did dumb shit but that is why I love him! I Remember that time when we went to this audition for a Cameron video and he walked in there like what...lol that was so funny I got the job though thanks to big bro....he had a way with people they even offered him a spot in the video but that was a no no for street dummy! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I miss you man and I know that you will never see this blog but I want you to know that day when I called you (before your death) I was scared to tell you about a dream I had....&lt;em&gt;we were at a house party and this guy kept looking for you but no one could see him being sneaky but me and I couldn't get to you fast enough to tell you to watch your back and then it happened he shot you and you dropped dead..........&lt;/em&gt;I was scared to tell you about it because I didn't want to jinx you and I could hear you say "shut the fuck up baby girl, that shit is crazy" so I never told you and couple days later after that dream I called you back because you never returned my call then a week went by and I new something was up then I got the phone call from your ex girl....."Girl Chakkan got killed" I heard so many versions of what happened I prayed for you and your newly born son ( you always wanted a boy) and prayed for your girl and left it at that. Thought about going to your "spot" and asking one of your boys but I thought leave it alone I don't want to hear the story I will keep our memories alive and know that I will see you soon in Thug Heaven..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baby Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Baby Thug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Little Sis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wonder if they ever found out where "Tony" came from LOL I'll never tell&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/11626218-111357987417054638?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111357987417054638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111357987417054638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111357987417054638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111357987417054638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/04/thug-passion.html' title='Thug Passion'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111351108588085302</id><published>2005-04-14T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:18.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today is such a blah day, just so deep in my thoughts, thinking about how things used to be and where I thought they would go. Up till this point I thought that my days would get easier. Trying to please everyone and forgot to please myself. You know people will drain all of your energy out of you if you let them. I know cause they try with me all the time.

I miss the simple pleasures in life....You know long meaningless walks outside on a warm night, the innocence of holding hands in public or in the car, a glance and a shared smile, butterflies when you get near your crush or sweetheart, the smell of fresh flowers in a field, the feel of moist grass in the early morning....You know small things are what you really remember, small things are what really matters and what counts.

I was taking a break at work and walked outside to get some fresh air and a bum that lives near my job had to take a piss....I guess I was sitting in his bathroom because he went behind this barrier that was the only thing separating me from his piss, I was grossed out but then I thought he was probably mad at me because I was in his spot where he sleeps and finds shelter from, he tried to be nice about it and piss in this plastic container(hey he was right there so I saw when I looked over to see what the hell he was about to do) so I left. Makes you thank God for the little things we have like a toilet, and sink, the odd thing about it all, he had a wet napkin I guess it was for his hands when he finished or maybe he needed to wipe the pee off? I don't know I think I put to much thought into this..............

Subject change.. Been listening to music lately you know how you can hear a song for the 15th time but one day you listen and you hear it as if it was your first time? George Michaels song "Father Figure" came on my launchcast radio today and I was taken away with is words. He described the feeling of love so plainly that I never heard it .....All he ever wanted was for his love to take him in and embrace what he felt, someone to make since or can fit in to you and your life like the pefect size shoe or a leather glove, or a skull cap. Love............So simple yet fucked up. Never does it happen when you need it or even want it, when you decide that it is time to give up on it, what happens...smacks you in the face. Your like take it back love has no room here or is there room? Who knows really, how do you know who is the right person for you? How do you know that this is the job where I will grow, or if I make this turn that will be the street I need. You never know.....Maybe that is what life is about taking chances or risks....But how do you know that if you take this risk you will end up homeless? Have you ever asked a homeless person how they became homeless? I have and you know what he told me....That he a wife and kids a whole family in Elsalvador or somewhere close and he told me he liked living on the street because there were no rules and he could have fun......What is the world coming to when you don't even care if you a re homeless or not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111351108588085302?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111351108588085302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111351108588085302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111351108588085302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111351108588085302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-shit.html' title='Random shit'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111342048533059084</id><published>2005-04-13T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:18.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Grind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;OK earlier today I had written a blog but some how that shit got lost! I was pissed! LOL I said I was not going to write anything today because I forgot what it was that I wrote.....Well word for word. Anyhoo, I decided not to be like that and write something anyway even if it isn't what I had originally. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Like the street hustler I'm on the grind&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;got to make a dollar, got to put in time&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;have no time for games, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;have no time for fun&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;get bills paid with money, but I aint got none,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so I am on the grind&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;got to get the cash,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;got to get the dough,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;what I got to go through you'll never know,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;grinding hard, day and night,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;got to make that money....Don't let it make you.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Working hard never hurt nobody, that's what's up.....&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/natural_nanita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111342048533059084?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111342048533059084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111342048533059084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111342048533059084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111342048533059084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/04/on-grind.html' title='On the Grind'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111297250118471035</id><published>2005-04-08T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:18.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What it is yo......What's up.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I just want to take this time to thank the people in the world who has had my back.....looked out for me...........been a listening ear.............never asked for anything in return just loved me for me.......Thank you for being there even if you are far away.....You are very much appreciated!
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you
Thank you!
That's What's up
Give thanks to the father in Heaven! Thank you lord for keeping me whole and sane! Thank you! Thank you!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111297250118471035?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111297250118471035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111297250118471035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111297250118471035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111297250118471035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-it-is-yowhats-up.html' title='What it is yo......What&apos;s up.......'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111280308398539722</id><published>2005-04-06T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:18.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Just me...One is the magic number</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When do you get to the point when enough is enough?
When do you now that it’s not meant to be
When do you get to the point when your only option is to give up?
When is it really over?
When do you say I can’t love you anymore?
When do you stop trying?
When are you tired of being tired?
When will you stop being fake
When can you see past the bullshit?
When do you know you’re deceived?
When does love stop being a chore?
When did loving become hard?
When did the laughter stop?
When did the passion die?
When did I stop to cry?
When were your tears real?
When will you learn your lesson?
When will we be free?
When will it be about me…about us?
When will we stop the fuss?
When?
When will I love the same?
When will there be no one to blame
When is the end
When can I smile again?
When?

4/6/05
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number'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111264409362817924</id><published>2005-04-04T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:17.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Searching for Fresh air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;but it feels like my lounges clasped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;searching for peace but all I get is war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Searching for love but all I get is head ache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maybe I need to stop searching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once I stop caring that's when things get easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If living with a heart is pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;than take it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;donate it to someone who really needs it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tired of dealing with this shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the harder I try the more I fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm over the edge, and ready to jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;let me go&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/11626218-111264409362817924?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111264409362817924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111264409362817924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111264409362817924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111264409362817924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/04/searching-for-fresh-airbut-it-feels.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111220673184855942</id><published>2005-03-30T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:17.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Your Passion is Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;You are both a sensitive and sensual lover.Warm and deep, you are tuned into the needs of your lover.Verbal foreplay is crucial to you. Words can make or break your mood.For you, sex is a 24 hour a day thing - you can't seperate it from love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Is Your Passion?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111220673184855942?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111220673184855942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111220673184855942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111220673184855942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111220673184855942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/03/sex.html' title='SEX'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111211429097568114</id><published>2005-03-29T11:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:17.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At times like this....What can you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well this is a very very sensitive subject for me. I am not sure where I want to begin or how much I can really say. I guess I can start off by saying......Do you belief in God? I do, very much.
Someone very dear to me who practically raised me is in the hospital as we speak planning her funeral and death. She has been sick for about a year now ( bed ridden sick), She is one of those people who would give you the clothes off her back or her last dollar. She loves the Lord and her family. I don't know really what to say. About half a year ago I heard some disturbing and hurtful news that I really cant go into detail about but just know that it is every parents worst fear. I am torn because in my heart I can't even imagine her hurting me in this way but in reality I know that something horrible has happened and I may never know the truth. I have been very distant from her and her family because of this and I don't want to be, but when the worst of the worst goes down.....What do you do? Pretend it never happened and keep everyone happy and quiet, or do something about it and change your involvement with that family.

I know that God is real and that God wants us to forgive. I am working on that right now I am praying for that right now. I pray that she will be forgiven so that she can finally see her lord (if Christ is ready for her) and that I can forgive her as well. I love her. I do. I want to do what is right. I want to do what is right as a human, as a "family member", and as a believer. I pray that her suffering will end. May she get better or Christ take her. Either way I pray for healing for us all Mental and Physical.

Lord have mercy on our souls. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111211429097568114?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111211429097568114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111211429097568114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111211429097568114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111211429097568114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/03/at-times-like-thiswhat-can-you-do_29.html' title='At times like this....What can you do?'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111203871667218110</id><published>2005-03-28T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:17.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lword</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Lword.jpg" /&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ok I know it is just T.V. but I am so hooked! LOL I watched it last night and I kind of new it was coming that Dana and Tanya were going to break up, whenever you start to sneak around on your lover esp. With a friend you are trying to compinsate for something that is missing in that relationship. Dana acted like she was so shocked that Tanya had cheated on her too, that is why Tanya didn't trip every time she came into a room to see her girl with her "best friend" (forgot her name). What took the cake was that after they broke up the two friends could be together finale because it was what they both wanted but once they got it they acted all shy and didn't have two words to say to each other. The grass always looks greener on the other side, be happy for what you got instead of always wanting what you can't have. Serves her right though because if you are going to cheat than you get what you deserve...We all have been there.

What is going on with Shane? Why won't she just tell Carmen that she likes her! I mean come on stop with the games already and the only reason Carmen is giving Jenny the time of day is because she is Shane's roommate and if You can't beat them join them. She just wants to make Shane jealous and know what she is up to so she is using Jenny. Lord somebody shoot Jenny! She gives lesbians a bad name! She is so confused!

Bette is suffering but I don't think she has learned her lesson. As much as I don't care for Tina I say go for the affair with home girl even if she is out for bad. Bette should have never done it the carpenter. Another lesson in cheating. Don't mess up a good thing. Bette needs to humble herself before she deserves Tina again.

I Love this show as you can see......It is kind of realistic as far as mixed emotions and swapping of friends in the Lesbian community. They really hit home with the difficulties and the amazing life of a lesbian .....If we can just get some real black folk on there other than Kit!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111203871667218110?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111203871667218110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111203871667218110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111203871667218110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111203871667218110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/03/lword.html' title='Lword'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111203106112570163</id><published>2005-03-28T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:17.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama...you know I love you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It is the day after Easter and everyone around me is having terrible days it is crazy! My friend told me it is because Mercury is in retrograte...Which means that the house of communication is fucked! I had an extremely bad argument with my mother the other day about me not being or doing things in my life the way she raised me. My answer to that is oh well who does do exactly what they parents want them to? My mother always wanted to live her life through me and when I strayed and did the opposite of what she always wanted for me that is when the problems start. I am extremely hard headed and I get it from her so she should know what she got into when she had me! Just let me be...you can teach me and show me the path that I am suppose to take but it is up to me to follow through. All a parent can do is love their child and show them right from wrong, tell them consequences of their actions , listen and let them grow. I am a parent I should know this, I try to live by it. I agree that yes we will disappoint our parents because parents do have a certain expectation of what and how they want their children to be. Only God can judge when it comes down to it. God knows and sees your heart. In the end it is his approval that matters. No one else!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You are A pure joy to have in my life and I greatly appreciate you! Really who else would have put up with me for all these years? We are getting old child! &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Friends are truly a blessing to have esp. In this day and age when people can't be trusted. It makes me feel whole and blessed to know that I have a true friend on my side no matter what! No matter how bitchy we are always there for each other. When things aren't going so well within our personal life we are always there for each other. A true friend is there all the time and I think that we proved to each other that we earned that best friends card thank you for everything! Thank you! &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Here is to many more good times to come!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;*Smooches*&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/11626218-111178161610400181?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111178161610400181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111178161610400181&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111178161610400181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111178161610400181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-miss-you-when-youre-gone.html' title='I miss you when you&apos;re gone.....................'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111167872175196672</id><published>2005-03-24T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:16.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited and it feels so good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't you just love being reunited with people from your past that for whatever reason they left and now they came back in due time. I have had the pleasure recently to experience this pleasure. My very good friends whom I used to call "cousin" have crept their way back into my life, I am so over joyed it happened like a freak of nature or something. My best friend "Seandia" just so happen to bump into Nikki while on a vacation in NY and exchanged information to pass along to me! Thanks girl.....She didn't know that I had been looking for Nikki for only 4 years! LOL I mean doing all sorts of people searches and everything I don' t even know how we lost touch, just one of those things I guess. Here I go walking off the metro here in the city and who do I see walking by....Jenny Nikki's sister! I saw her and her hair is a little different but I NEVER forget a face, I said"Jenny?!" And we both lit up and embraced each other for about 5 minutes! It was great. Her co-worker was with her and I guess he felt awkward because he was like "I guess you haven't seen each other in a while huh?" LOL That felt so good! I missed them so much we were very close and somehow everyone moved away. Nikki is going to be in town this weekend and I can't wait to see her! We have so much to talk about so much to discuss, we were on the phone last night for a while but somethings you just can't say over the phone you know. God does work in mysterious ways. It was like he knew what I needed and provided it for me. It feels good to have friends that even if you fade away...When you reunite again it was like you never left.
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Here is to all the people that helped me get to this point in life Congrats on the monster you created........But why give you the credit, why give in to your meaningless ways? What is a world without love what is a world without someone to love? Why was love created why is it a verb if you can't act on it? Why is there love if no one respects it? Why?

"In heavens name why are you walking away....Hang on to your love....In heavens name why do we play these games.....Hang on to your love. You got to hang on to your love."
Sade
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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;My friend and I are trying to play a game to see who can go a week without cursing.....well you know I am loosing! lol I have a sailors mouth! I know it is a bad habit but words like FUCK....AND SHIT......AND DAMMIT! are fun to me they get it out! lol she said PUSSY is a curse word I say no it isn't! what do you think? And she tried to give me a point for saying HELL! That word is in the bible so you know it isn't a curse word! damn her trying to cheat! lol &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why when people stress they take their frustrations out on you? That isn't fare! I am guitly of it myself, why do we do that and it is always on the person who means the best.....my best friend snapped at me but it wasn't my fault! she was going to send me some information and when she did it had all this extra shit on it and not a detailed explanation of what we talked about ,so I thanked her for what she did send me and asked her for the exact info I was looking for and the bytch snapped at me! Told me I was waisting her time because I didn't read the damn e-mail! I am like I didn't ask you for that extra shit in the first place! Just send me what we talk about shit! Pissed me off... got the nerve to get on me! I don't care if you are stressed.....whatch it ! maybe because we both are leo's! Fuck that she need to apologize! &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/11626218-111152669963966029?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111152669963966029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111152669963966029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111152669963966029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111152669963966029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-people-will-say-things-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111152210522790938</id><published>2005-03-22T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:16.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO CAN GET IT........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;OK everyone in life has that someone or persons that they wish they could get.....here are a few of my wishes............pay attention ladies!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There will be more so stay tunned....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11626218-111152210522790938?l=shiminege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/feeds/111152210522790938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11626218&amp;postID=111152210522790938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111152210522790938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11626218/posts/default/111152210522790938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shiminege.blogspot.com/2005/03/who-can-get-it.html' title='WHO CAN GET IT........'/><author><name>SHIMINEGE</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJMAStNS4c8/TWVINFdY4gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/O2lpxsYrAh8/s220/IMG_3119.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11626218.post-111151771915707057</id><published>2005-03-22T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T12:06:16.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT DOES IT MEAN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What in the world does shiminege mean you ask................."let's see the future", why that name you ask? Because I am the future. What better way to prepare your life prepare your soul and prepare your heart than to have a future plan. That's me.
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