tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91192316159670407482024-03-14T13:19:48.360+09:00Perfectly FlawedPerfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-60655424219328858102014-03-20T06:32:00.000+09:002014-03-20T07:28:17.254+09:00I'm a Carolina Girl<div>
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Lost Files<br />
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Yes, it's true, I'm a Carolina Girl! Growing up in the NC was and
still is one of those rare opportunities.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My niece and I went riding bikes today and it got me thinking
about "back in the day" I grew up on the south side of Raleigh,
"400 block" to be exact! Most people judge me before they get to know
me- which is unfortunate for them.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So, here are a few of my most memorable moments of growing up in
my Carolina world!<o:p></o:p></div>
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up-side-down kool-aid-icy-cups<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mr. Oats hot dogs<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mr. Mints 10 cent popsicles<o:p></o:p></div>
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Catching lighting in the back yard and asking my mom to make us
flashing earrings.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Jumping the creek<o:p></o:p></div>
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<like>The wooden park<br />
Fighting big mama<br />
Saturdays basketball games at "the court"<br />
Bike crew!<br />
Mr. James on the Corner with his guitar<br />
Wall ball<br />
The junk yard in the first section<br />
Playing house in the club house in the back on the second section<br />
How Kerry D and Kristy never came out the house!<br />
Blacky the dog<br />
The benches with all the old drunk men<br />
Trips to Chavis Heights pool<o:p></o:p></like></div>
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The shelter on Davie after dark<o:p></o:p></div>
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Walking through the cut behind the church from the 400blk to
Martin<o:p></o:p></div>
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Larrys on the corner or Haywood and Martin<o:p></o:p></div>
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Getting chased by dogs from Camden to the 400 the back way by the
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My first kiss at the green box<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sneaking out of the house at night from my
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Camp BB&T<o:p></o:p></div>
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Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-1032847052516085882009-11-01T09:21:00.017+09:002009-11-03T07:59:28.551+09:00Living for The Weeks End! GRINDING!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRY2f1RLhyphenhyphenwzvxPaGvObRZk6SUKFsRonLfqzob4-AdOlk78LLaXn7Zky00vJz1-s-nowcULzvvyqu7yEzy6gHHnHtROxmO5sTykJyJQUZPVRrZlyY2fWKYRA8mEvdY32IPb1CFJIVoqHQ/s1600-h/simplicity.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398938936733886450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRY2f1RLhyphenhyphenwzvxPaGvObRZk6SUKFsRonLfqzob4-AdOlk78LLaXn7Zky00vJz1-s-nowcULzvvyqu7yEzy6gHHnHtROxmO5sTykJyJQUZPVRrZlyY2fWKYRA8mEvdY32IPb1CFJIVoqHQ/s320/simplicity.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dang...I feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I've</span> neglected my center! What I mean is, I've been going going going and going for a while now. Running forward, being pulled left, being pushed right and not once going back to the middle. The effects aren't immediately evident but it definitely takes its toll... <div><br /><div>Have you found your center? It's cliche but.."have you found yourself" and then after finding yourself, have you realized you need to lose yourself in He who is Omniscient? It took a while, a few trips across the water and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lot's</span> of pain but worth it for the everlasting joy..to find my center. It's a process, if you haven't visited that place yet, you'll find it...well that is if your looking. </div><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Anywho</span></span>, this blog isn't about all that. It's about living for the weekend. The reality of America and all it's "requirements" makes me wish I could go back to my dream land of Africa or Asia! Grateful for a great job, I wont complain. I'll just reflect and make a mental note to integrate <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">life's</span> simple pleasures into grinding. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Geez</span></span>, there has got to be a way. I spend a LOT of my time at work. I mean like 50+ hrs a week. I find myself being sucked into the constant urgency of "things to do" 8:00am turns into 12:00pm and 5:00pm turns into traffic until 6:00pm. Monday turns into Wednesday and Friday turns right back into Monday...whew...IDK if I want to live like this forever. I honestly think I could be one of those women who backpack across Europe on bikes and hiking boots. Or even a beach bum in South America who grows her own food in a little village off a dirt road....who knows?!? However, I do know I need to figure out a way to grind and ...remember the "<span style="color:#000099;">L</span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvD6qyNxVAI&feature=fvst"><span style="color:#000099;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ittle</span> Things</span></a>" side note, <--these two songs--> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aElct3DNahQ&videos=QfUaDIVMYUk&playnext_from=TL&playnext=1"><span style="color:#000099;">"River Rise"</span></a> are really beautiful songs, good for the soul. So in the mean time <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">i'll</span></span> embrace this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">character</span> building stage and continue to journey in the peace of knowing growth comes with discovery! :-)</div><div></div><div>Peace-<br /><br /></div><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-21833679393866352362009-07-14T01:15:00.003+09:002009-07-14T01:17:37.752+09:00Alle & Brook in the Chi!<img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NzUwMTczNTM*MyZwdD*xMjQ3NTAxNzY1NTQ2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*4ODcwZWJkNmZkMzk*YzE2YTMzY2MzNjkyYmRiNDdiMyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /><div style="width: 480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w464.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w464.photobucket.com/albums/rr10/mraynell8/Home%20Sweet%20Home/9ad3fc9d.pbw" width="480" height="360"></embed><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a><a href="http://s464.photobucket.com/albums/rr10/mraynell8/Home%20Sweet%20Home/?action=view&current=9ad3fc9d.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="border-width: 0pt; float: left;" /></a></div>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-4837080129290644292009-07-12T11:17:00.019+09:002009-07-14T02:03:57.034+09:00Yes, I Rock Converses in Chi-Town<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFkKfztljDdX4653v9ymyFT6IBDNTgngWjzEZ6gas9EwPPk8Ufc4qTkvEedDDpy-3BzC_LKSDiTTcfkJGxlgvFdmKc_w6qhEs0_0FuaIW8zKnqmWuOkVbWQYDqySVdbEe20Jn1znOGlo/s1600-h/chi-town.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFkKfztljDdX4653v9ymyFT6IBDNTgngWjzEZ6gas9EwPPk8Ufc4qTkvEedDDpy-3BzC_LKSDiTTcfkJGxlgvFdmKc_w6qhEs0_0FuaIW8zKnqmWuOkVbWQYDqySVdbEe20Jn1znOGlo/s320/chi-town.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357423060193220754" border="0" /></a>After catching up with the BF in DC I headed to the Chi to RoK Owt with my travel buddy Brook! Brook and I took an unforgettable vacation to the Philippines in February of this year. When we first met while living in South Korea I knew we would get along great! She's funny, great to talk to, a women of God and not to mention gorgeous! When she told me she was from Chicago, I knew I'd be visiting as soon as I had the opportunity! So when Brook flew in from Asia for a quick visit ::Jet Setting, yeah she's super wavy:: I knew the time had arrived for me to "gooo ...go go go go" lol Only real Common fans would get that one! Anywho, when I flew into the "Windy City" I was surprised because it wasn't windy at all...it was actually very rainy, lol. My first look at the city while driving to the south side was amazing! We stopped for some delicious White Castle and I immediately noticed the cultural and environmental differences from NC to DC and the Chi.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Tuesday night we met up with Sorors and friends to hit up " The House of Blues." Can we say the worlds worst timing?!? I had just missed Joe and a endless list of artist would be performing after my departure )-: But I'm sure I'll have a chance to do it again. We had a few drinks and some good food to satisfy my night life curiosity and headed home. Wednesday we headed downtown to do a little shopping. Ohh how I fell in love at first sight. The city is beautiful and shopping is...stupendous! I couldn't get over it! I was a little bummed because I knew I didn't have much room in my suitcase for added items, but I got a few things :-) The city's own White Sox and Cubs were also playing that day and judging by some long faces on the subway ride back home, I'd say the White Sox won that one. Later that night we hit up karaoke at a Mexican restaurant. The only thing Mexican their was the food because when I tell you Chicago brothers got Swag! Geezz! Like seriously, make a sista wana relocate! lol I had a blast listening to Brook belt out ol' skool jams and showing me how to Chi town step. I felt like I was in the movie "Love Jones" when Darius and Nina went dancin' on the town!</div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Thursday Brook and the family took me to the Shedd Aquarium but it was ludicrous out there! Apparently, it was free entry that day and all of Chicago decided to go, so instead we headed to the Sears Tower, soon to be renamed Willis Tower! They have awesome technology on the ground floor and great views from the top! I got my family a few souvenirs and headed back down to do a little more shopping. Before we left the city, I was easily persuaded to get some of Chicago's famous Garrett's popcorn! My intentions were to bring some back to the Carolina to share...but...it was that good!! I also had some Harold's chicken and yep that was bangin' too! That night I was to tired to hang out so I packed to fly out the next day to Atlanta and Brook ditched me to catch up with some old friends. Friday morning convo:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO1CuKgOHYbXQM9Fxkb_NFmBCJkEMrNDVgnWE4YRd5V9O-rJWuzwx7rzFewmntwdvyyQCI__cfF2k2wqOGQC2IDADutQF2ZrUeE5kzwyVMAW9rxq845YmRmctdnpmISnjM4qP8jqVRZJ0/s1600-h/chi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO1CuKgOHYbXQM9Fxkb_NFmBCJkEMrNDVgnWE4YRd5V9O-rJWuzwx7rzFewmntwdvyyQCI__cfF2k2wqOGQC2IDADutQF2ZrUeE5kzwyVMAW9rxq845YmRmctdnpmISnjM4qP8jqVRZJ0/s320/chi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357424630112532722" border="0" /></a></div><blockquote>Brook: "So guess who I saw last night?"<br />Me: "Who"<br />Brook: "Q from day 26"<br />Me: "SHUT-UP!!" NOTE: <span style="font-style: italic;">if she would have said Common..I w</span><span style="font-style: italic;">ould've been done!!!</span><br />...and the story goes on to reveal that she even had a short convo with him.....<br />Me: BUMMED! .....smh...."ohh eemm ggee I knew I should've went" lol</blockquote>All in all I had a wonderful time in the Chi! I could definitely live there and I'm looking forward to Brooks final return from Asia so I can show her how we do it in the Carolina!<br /><br />Chk back next week for <span style="font-weight: bold;">"Atlanta Escapades"</span> with Ms. Sweet!Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-69076009627285830712009-07-08T06:28:00.001+09:002009-07-08T06:28:08.067+09:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NzAwMTk2OTE*MCZwdD*xMjQ3MDAyMDg5MDAwJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz1hZWUwMmQyNDk2MTU*ZmFmOGE3OTAwNzBjNzE3NTMzNiZvZj*w.gif" /><div style="width:800px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w249.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w249.photobucket.com/albums/gg237/peacentruelove/d7c948be.pbw" height="240" width="800"><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s249.photobucket.com/albums/gg237/peacentruelove/?action=view¤t=d7c948be.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-26262616703075306792009-07-08T04:33:00.025+09:002009-07-08T12:09:24.548+09:00BF's In DC<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyy2VN0eM74IcFGlBRrYlwRsU8HKSYSTDoq6tyO1nEIZHrm8H7ay-gp5M9pOxDSUz3dukhu8Xgd5AqR4SwCwS09X9OGGYJAxzMfRMLFfiP3jNkkDwVWDmjPhtPDFRde1PdXQEeQbWxWi4/s1600-h/ed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyy2VN0eM74IcFGlBRrYlwRsU8HKSYSTDoq6tyO1nEIZHrm8H7ay-gp5M9pOxDSUz3dukhu8Xgd5AqR4SwCwS09X9OGGYJAxzMfRMLFfiP3jNkkDwVWDmjPhtPDFRde1PdXQEeQbWxWi4/s320/ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355916324054201346" border="0" /></a>Last month I took a three city tour to visit some close friends whom I missed over the past year while in Asia! I spent about a month home with the family and then I "<span style="font-style: italic;">burned the road up</span>!" As my mom would say. Anywho, my first stop was in DC to visit my beautiful BF K. Edwards ♥. Eddie and I met our first day of college in 2003, we roomed together for 3 years and took our first trip abroad to West Africa in 2007. She's one of those people who you can't help but <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">love</span>. She's genuine, compassionate, and a true sweetheart! I love her like space!<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">On Saturday we visited the White House! 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It seems that a few US Citizens felt that protesting foreign oil in the nude would get their point across! IDK about everyone else but I was certainly... enlightened! I was in shock and ...well....disbelief! lmbo<br /><br />Later we stopped and had<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> rocket</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">pop</span>-sickles which turned our mouths <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">blue</span>, lol. We were embarrassed because we thought people would think we were crack heads! We played pocketbook chess and got harassed by a crazy squirrel who grilled us like we were under <span style="font-weight: bold;">HIS</span> tree! We grabbed a quick bite to eat and hurried to Maryland to attend the Miss Gambia pageant. Eddie is Miss. District of Colombia. She loves pageants so it was no surprise that she volunteered to judge the event! Sunday morning we met up with Miss AKA herself A. Harris and had brunch at Jaspers! The food is pretty good but the prices are ridiculous! Sunday was also game 5 of the NBA finals so we met up with some friends at Sideline, a local sports bar. Needless to say what team I was rooting for......I'll simply say....I'm in love with <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">D. Howard's</span> arms! hehe ♥ Monday was laxed, I watched <span style="font-size:130%;">Sex and The City</span> all-day-long and ate Jamaican food. Packed and headed to <span style="font-style: italic;">Chicago</span> on Tuesday morning! It was great catching up with my BF, can't wait to do it again!<br /></div></div>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-70753726293781048182009-06-08T12:14:00.022+09:002009-06-08T15:49:25.583+09:00A Super Solitude Saturday<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeRVpgjm9IAkTJJVLpJ-7zt4FwsE77QLl76Mn8j_Nt86VmKg9zrNy3OByhBgjzuitz7aZTYWh2cFVwNK4hBvVRscNOFmZs1b_CcE9SX8kk_giGDtWjvCBKpkTzWP7bxDNzXeUAxXIq4o/s1600-h/s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeRVpgjm9IAkTJJVLpJ-7zt4FwsE77QLl76Mn8j_Nt86VmKg9zrNy3OByhBgjzuitz7aZTYWh2cFVwNK4hBvVRscNOFmZs1b_CcE9SX8kk_giGDtWjvCBKpkTzWP7bxDNzXeUAxXIq4o/s200/s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344829385858361394" border="0" /></a>After a great night of being owt with my number KJ, a late Saturday morning was warmly welcomed! My dad stopped by and helped me clear my mind and reminded me of how much a girl really does need her daddy! We hung out and had lunch! My dad suggested I visit NC State's arboretum, so I spent about a hour or so with my thoughts surrounded by beauty. My retreat to solitude was well overdue!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">When I first walked into the garden, all I could do was smile! Like seriously, walking around smiling for no apparent reason! First, I kinda strolled around stopping now and again pathetically trying to sound out the ridiculously difficult scientific names of mesmerizing trees and plants! Soon it seemed as if everything around me froze besides nature. I noticed the bee's working hard, the birds singing beautiful melodies and squirrels racing and stopping quickly from tree to tree, like cautions soldiers on a mission. Finally, I took a seat and listened for that small still voice to give me the answer to a question I've been wrestling with for a while now....no answer...only more consoling words of wisdom. Dropped my head and finally listened to my thoughts clearly...still no answer, simply more pacifying encouragement....finally I listened to my heart and figured out how to get the answer........smh.... I flipped a coin! "heads I'll do this, tails I'll do that" Oh how simple life can be LOL. Now I wont tell you what decision I had to make so you can't judge me for flipping a coin on that one! lol But I will say I'm happy with my decision and I'm certain I made the right one because on my way out of the garden, I found another coin on tails! ::confirmation::<br /><br />After some time with soli, I hit up the movies for the highly anticipated "The Hangover". Can we say hi-FREAKIN-la-ri-ous! A must see! Rated R for RAUNCHY! Especially the end! OMG how did that stuff make the cut?!? Phil played by Bradley Cooper is super HOT! I dont even say hot, but that's how HOT he is! My favorite character. The most memorable part of the movie was when Alan a "special guy" got dressed for the night and did his "Who Let The Dogs Out" dance. I was LMBO! I've never been to Vegas but after seeing this flick, I'll be sure to honor the expression "What Happens In Vegas......"<br /><br />Not quite ready to head home, I stopped for ice cream on the city's most popular hwy, Capital aka number one. One of the best things about North Carolina is the weather, so I sat outside with my Sneakers sundae, India Aries "River Rise" on the ipod ♫chk that out♫ and USA Today's Saturday edition! Sigh...peace of mind... Ohh it feels so guuudddd! A Satisfying Super Saturday with Soli! Hang out with her sometime, she's DOPE!<br /></div><br />xoxo<br />-Alle</div>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-6898152224319469152009-05-23T04:28:00.007+09:002009-07-03T08:46:36.709+09:00Meet My Famliy<div style="text-align: justify;">These are my wonderful nieces and nephews! Each one holds a special place in my heart and I love them all the same! My oldest niece is Za'Quana. She is my late brothers daughter! She's a rock star in her own right and I can't get over just how fast she grows! Next is LaKasual aka Miss. Kay she's my little lady. She is my second oldest brothers daughter. After her is the infamous Hideyah. She's the Queen of the Nile! My younger sisters oldest. Then theirs Micheal "The Middle Man" I call him my little big man! And the baby Ashanti, my Shanti mama. Destined for greatness! Both of which are also my younger sisters angels.<br /><br />I'm sure your wondering....well what about you?!?! No worries, in due time if God is willing I'll have six! Maybe I'll even adopt. I love children, their innocents gives me hope day to day!<br /><br />One of the hardest parts about living overseas for a year was being away from my baby's! One of the first things I did post fast food frenzy was take the crew to Marbles museum! We all had a blast and can't wait to do it again! Enjoy our pics below!<br /><br /></div>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-27816578437562562552009-05-23T00:24:00.031+09:002009-05-23T04:16:30.727+09:00DOPED and Left BehindHow did a 2hr layover in Japan turn into a 6hr layover, a trip to the hospital and 10,863 Yen!?!?<br /><br />Like seriously, I'm so glad that I've experienced so many of life's curve balls because if not I would be a sad case of miserable.<br /><br />Ok so I had it all planned out. My itinerary was set for a 2hr flight to Tokoyo from Seoul. A 1hr layover there. A 14hr flight to Detroit, a 2hr layover there and a 2hr flight to my Ca-ro-lina world!! However, plans were slightly altered.<br /><br />A 14hr flight is not a cake walk so I decided to take a sleeping pill to pass the time. As as soon as I hopped on my flight to Japan I popped my pill. TO EXCITED. I figured I'd take the pill, eat a sandwich and by the time the aid set in I'd be good and could sleep...bad idea. I should have ate the sandwich first and then took the pill.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">"R u ok"</span>....<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"Ma'am...ma'am"</span></span> OMG! All I remember is taking the last bite of my sandwich and immediately throwing it right-back-up! TWICE! I couldn't keep my eye's open to see what was going on and far from able to formulate a competent sentence to explain why I was zoned! Slobber running down my chin, mouth dryer then the Sahara, my hand felt like a thousand pounds, I was G-O-N-E! <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">NEEDLESS TO SAY....SWINE FLU SCARE AT IT'S HIGHT!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">"R u ok"</span> asked the petite Japanese women next to me. After no response she was over and out!! <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"Ma'am....ma'am"</span> the flight attendant repeated. One dreamy look from me and she was on the announcer telling everyone <blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"ladies and gentlemen this flight will be delayed, we are flying over water and there is no where to stop, we have to remove the sick passenger from the plane immediately"</blockquote>....WHAT?! If I didn't hear anything else I heard that! "I ain't gowin nahh wher" I said to her when she returned with the Japanese paramedics waiting at the emergency exit. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"Ma'am, you don't have a choice."</span> No longer able to flight it, lol<lol walk="" shame="" once="" got="" push="" some="" words="" im="" sleeping="" yall="" were="" going="" steal="" me="" run="" test="" really="" thought="" end="" for="" back="" forth="" conversation="" translation="" in="" hospital="" now="" if="" have="" ever="" heard="" the="" japanese="" you="" know="" was="" not="" do="" this="" thing="" between="" every="" other="" like="" someone="" is="" go="" lol="" so="" after="" about="" hour="" of="" pushing="" checking="" vitals="" hite="" they="" decided="" it="" wasn="" t="" swine="" begins="" wear="" off="" able="" to="" sit="" up="" and="" m="" i="" just="" took="" a="" pill="" on="" an="" empty="" stomach="" where="" s="" my="" luggage=""><panic set="" in=""> I took the walk of shame to the back of the plane.<br /><br />Once I got into the ambulance, I was able to push out the words! "IM FINE, SLEEPING PILL" I was horrified. No, yall seriously, I thought the Japanese were going to steal me and run test on me. I really thought it was the end for me!<br /><br />After back and forth conversation and translation, I was in the hospital on a stretcher. Now if you have ever heard the Japanese converse, you know I was not havin- it! They do this "hite-hite" thing in between every other word. Like someone is about to go off! So after about two hours of pushing my stomach, checking my vitals and "hite-hite", they decided it wasn't <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">SWINE FLU</span>! My pill begins to wear off and I'm able to sit up and explain, "I'm fine, I just took a pill on an empty stomach"...."where is my luggage" <panic> <<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">panic set in</span>>I finally realized I was <span style="font-style: italic;">left behind</span> and not where I was suppose to be!<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"> "Tifini, u hav 2 pay bill-"</span>....!?!?!?what?!?!<insert confused="" here="">.../insert confused face here/...<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">"We hav nu flight 4 u but hav 2 pay bill first"</span>....?!?!?what?!?!?<br /><br />Can someone please explain to me why I-did-not-even-ask to be removed from the plane , tortured lol and billed. Ok so whatever, at this point I'm ready to get home! She showed me a bill for 10,863 Yen...hummm that doesn't seem bad seeing that 10,000 Won is about 10.00 dollars...well....let's just say I fooled myself. We got to the exchange booth and she told me 115.00 <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">DOLLARS</span>....Oh hheeellll No...i aint payin...sorry! <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">"Tifini no leave till pay bill".....</span>dang, can't yall just bill me later or something.....silence.............more silence......"ok-ok-ok-ok-ok" I quickly gave in to their come up because I was so over it!<br /><br />So there you have it! My <span style="font-style: italic;">slightly</span> altered journey back to my Carolina world. lol But I'm grateful to have made it here alive without the <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">SWINE FLU</span>!</insert></panic></panic></lol>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-53553323153730476312009-04-23T21:24:00.009+09:002009-04-23T23:13:50.175+09:00I ♥ Music---It's amazing how easily music changes your mood. What is it about it that's so powerful?!? It really blows my mind---does anyone have the answer or at least some insight about this mysterious force?!?<br /><br />I ♥ Music I ♥ Music I ♥ Music I ♥ Music I ♥ Music I ♥ Music<br /><br />So here are the top ten mood changers in constant rotation on the ipod!<br /><br />1. New World Water -The Might Mos Def!<br />2. Orange Moon -Mz. Badu<br />3. Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood -Nina Simone<br />4. In a Sentimental Mood -John Coltrane<br />5. Get It Together -India Arie<br />6. The Light- C o double m o n<br />7. Intuition Interlude -Jamie Foxx aka The hubby<br />8. Slow Dance -Mr. Legend<br />9. A Song for you -Donny Hathaway<br />10. Distant Lovers -Marvin Gaye<br /><br />Scroll to the bottom of the page to hear each of my top ten! EnjoyPerfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-56741523646563311552009-04-10T16:38:00.007+09:002009-04-23T23:09:18.056+09:00Random Journal Entries<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvEU0cpoVGljH8y1zGX99mSXhRzFZnez1oUBf_EsQtIswKf6V05vLC6yC_8BL88GpYRYNV6baRKu7A9_dhBBzD8js0nudnFYI3gbmjhDvABMqsW498PSQIXcAblHuDLco_WWq8mUgSmM/s1600-h/n149400259_30220552_7498[2].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327887389723701154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvEU0cpoVGljH8y1zGX99mSXhRzFZnez1oUBf_EsQtIswKf6V05vLC6yC_8BL88GpYRYNV6baRKu7A9_dhBBzD8js0nudnFYI3gbmjhDvABMqsW498PSQIXcAblHuDLco_WWq8mUgSmM/s320/n149400259_30220552_7498%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> Keeping It Positive<br />4-8-09<br /><br /><br />What keeps me positive? PROGRESSION, Optimism, staying humble and reminding myself of my struggle. Remembering my love is D.O.P.E. Often a retreat of solitude does justice to a mind gone astray. Love for LoVe, DOPE love for DOPE LoVe , love always puts my mind, heart and soul back where it longs to be. This time creates a you. One meets themselves and clear minds, pure hearts and divine souls emerge to the surface for air.Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-50346072012216412272009-04-09T21:45:00.005+09:002009-04-10T16:21:22.705+09:00It's A Love Hate RelationshipI've never been a purse girl. The traumatic experience of losing my first <span style="color:#ffcccc;">"I'm a girl</span>" purse deterred me from ever wanting one again. Thinking back on it makes me laugh, it was such a dramatic moment. Maybe I was in the 8th grade. You know the <strong><em>"I'm grown"</em></strong> stage. I kept all my worldly possessions in my cute little $10.00 purse. What..dollar store lip gloss, bubblicious bubble gum, every bit of $8.75, a pin, a pack of now and later's and a bag of cheetos! lol who knows!?! I went to the movies and was so excited to get out and flirt with some boys I completely forgot I even had a purse. By the time I got home I realized it was gone!!! The walls of my world came tumbling down. It was <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>O-V-E-R</strong></span>! lol<br /><br />From then I've never really felt the need to carry a purse. I've always been ok with a clutch to hit up a night spot, or a shoulder bag to go shopping. But recently I decided to purchase a stylish new bag just to finish off my overall look. I though I was ready but I fooled myself. It's a <em>love</em> <strong>hate</strong> relationship. It's just so convenient to drop stuff in your spacious bag but when it's time to find something simple like your lipstick or some change, you're thinking to yourself <em>"I know I put it in here!"</em> Then you start to <span style="color:#ff0000;">panic</span> because you're wondering if you lost it or <em>"maybe I forgot to put it back in when I emptied everything out to find it the first time!!?!"</em> It's the worse when you're trying to catch the train and you can't find the stupid ticket to get through the gate! Ugghh! I promise being in the big purse club is a sham! It has to take at least 24 hours off a girl's life! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322672143364234450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsYImDclPalHEagN3Iq4ySvTiq50W65e-S2BUBMg52KP4SsbRLx-vNC9ncG7CKJNlHIpwmwaJHPVHJbhI9XKEdyWKUNY_XCujz1J1LonASBCV0N-HheV_9drf90IZJBMRIPP6bv0mwkk/s400/IMG_0036%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />So I think I'm back to basics on this one, especially after taking a look at all this unnecessary crap in my bag!Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-48329049793516311692009-03-31T15:30:00.011+09:002013-04-01T08:17:31.615+09:00A Woman's Worth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikv5Jmf_1hen7opw5TNDBUbXahzJci3KcsUVgL0S-cC_FjL0Rm7YfVPqCChHUsI3va-w752zRbEDlX5ZptdsnoYPMAlxQzNRUKqIklK0Qvy6lG2j_pD9hbIY0kr48aRs6L03hpXiGEwlM/s1600-h/w.bmp"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319341599547237634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikv5Jmf_1hen7opw5TNDBUbXahzJci3KcsUVgL0S-cC_FjL0Rm7YfVPqCChHUsI3va-w752zRbEDlX5ZptdsnoYPMAlxQzNRUKqIklK0Qvy6lG2j_pD9hbIY0kr48aRs6L03hpXiGEwlM/s320/w.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 227px;" /></a> She's no convenience, she's no temporary fix, she's no instant gratification, she's no band-aid, she's never a chick on the side, nor a rebound. She's courageous enough to say no and intelligent enough to know when it needs to be said.<br />
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Some say she's stuck up, high maintenance, booji or thinks she's better than others but the simple truth of the matter is she knows who she is, she loves and respects herself. She walks with her head held high because she understands her essence.<br />
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She knows her love is D.O.P.E Deserving Only Positive Energy! She knows when she loves, its altruistic love and happiest when she's allowed to give it. She refuses to be anything other than true to herself. She will not accept mediocrity.<br />
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She is never "that girl"...you know the dumb chick trying to lay claim to something she will never have, calling, texting, emailing the next showing all her insecurities and ugliness.<br />
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Who is she? She's a woman who knows her worth. Be a woman who knows her worth. Set your standards and never ever settle for less!<br />
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But <em>ohh huneeey</em> you gotta love yourself, I mean really love yourself. I mean passion that makes your heart race your mind for instruction kind of love!!<br />
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She's not ego trippin, she just know she deserves the best because she gives her best.<br />
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But through it all ladies, know men need love too. They hurt and love just as we do. They bleed the color passion just the same. Love him. Give him what he needs and wants. <strong><span style="color: red;">NOTICE</span></strong> he must be a MAN. He can be your supreme as long as you're his queen.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.5px;">Chk-out another recent insert from the personal pages of my journal!</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.5px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.5px;" /><em style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.5px;">I'll give you what you need, not what you want<br /><br />I'll lend you my heart for compassion<br />I'll give you my hand for affection<br />I'll show you my truth for acceptance</em><br />
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<em>I'll lend you my love for love<br />I'll give you my time for appreciation<br />I'll show you my mind for healing<br /><br />I'll give you what you need, not what you want</em></div>
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Please remember he has-got-to-be a MAN. Someone who is willing to stand necked in his own truth. Someone who loves women but respects what a women is. If he's not, you're only his quick fix who aids him back to his destructive cycle. So love you more and hold on to your power. Once you learn a lesson there are no mistakes; mistakes are lessons not learned. You decided to live your life when you make the right decisions.<br />xoxo~Alle<br />Click <a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D-PWunLT7Wgw&h=NAQFMadwg&s=1" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">here</a> for a classic throw back!</div>
Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-52220462631683307832009-03-12T18:46:00.000+09:002009-03-12T20:44:21.561+09:00"You're Allergic"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8fw9fzyIGf3SxehJO9_qCmtjnRhFMDsTOC2-RI-7dzPeyr72ieV8xj4xbb9HBYVi15fer8lukHLuWmRoRii5s4lfJhGs30VeeXJ0DxyelsytPyqclsoiPCOBET8fzTi9QNoyrjL8sbk/s1600-h/melody2009688[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312236142611446146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij8fw9fzyIGf3SxehJO9_qCmtjnRhFMDsTOC2-RI-7dzPeyr72ieV8xj4xbb9HBYVi15fer8lukHLuWmRoRii5s4lfJhGs30VeeXJ0DxyelsytPyqclsoiPCOBET8fzTi9QNoyrjL8sbk/s320/melody2009688%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>What will I remember most about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Boracay</span>? That's easy, getting my first henna tattoo. Sounds simple...well here's the story. Henna is all natural; made from eucalyptus plants, it's temporary and I never thought any harm in it, so I got one:<br /><br />Like my permanent tattoo I often forget about it. After about two days I felt a itch on my stomach. I scratched and rubbed while thinking to myself "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">WTH</span>"?!?! So finally I remembered I had a henna tat there. I took a look and ....well...I'll just say..it wasn't pretty...<strong>totally unexpected</strong>. Soon the itch turned into a burning sensation, so I put a little ointment on it. The next day the burning sensation turned into a "<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">OMG</span> PLEASE HELP ME, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME, I DON'T WANT TO DIE!</span>" feeling, it was the worst!! Especially after showering. It was red, swollen, scabbing and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pusing</span>. ::<span style="color:#009900;">GROSS</span>:: It felt like someone poured acid on me, I wanted to dig my nails under my skin and scratch it off! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Uuuggghhhh</span>!!!! Finally, after about a week of torture and dreading going to the doctor in fear of his diagnoses of my life ending....I went with my co-worker so she could translate the wretched news. The doctor took one look at it and said (in a Korean monotone voice) "you're allergic" ........."and your going to have a scar." Relived I wasn't terminal, I dropped my head and took life's lesson along with some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">meds</span> for the irritation's relief.<br /><br /><div align="right">Looking on the brighter side of things, I decided if I had to have a scar,this one wouldn't be so bad. Thank God I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJI7EanMJriJdm77mPpwzvcsFB5VWdWSloOZ1JKxSjwQD7pHmnaUGdphFak-6JT2WqRIU2DWGgDsBfvqw5hZG1EnnWm8DBH66veVhzBf5N32Gy81Yq3kyJWrX9WG-9uUSgjUeF-AWqIyc/s1600-h/SANY2858[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312251050465117746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJI7EanMJriJdm77mPpwzvcsFB5VWdWSloOZ1JKxSjwQD7pHmnaUGdphFak-6JT2WqRIU2DWGgDsBfvqw5hZG1EnnWm8DBH66veVhzBf5N32Gy81Yq3kyJWrX9WG-9uUSgjUeF-AWqIyc/s320/SANY2858%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> didn't get anything stupid like a lovers name! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">LOL</span> So if anyone ever says "tell me something unique about yourself," I'll proudly tell about the time I took a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">vaycay</span> to the Philippines and got a temporary tattoo but ended up with a permanent one. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Geez</span>- how could I be allergic to a eucalyptus plant?!? </div>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-47362502372077889762009-03-10T21:25:00.001+09:002009-03-10T21:25:08.672+09:00V-day Vaycay<div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w249.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w249.photobucket.com/albums/gg237/peacentruelove/ffb8aae2.pbw" height="360" width="480"><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s249.photobucket.com/albums/gg237/peacentruelove/?action=view¤t=ffb8aae2.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-34775404032577157502009-02-24T14:38:00.003+09:002010-09-12T04:21:10.408+09:00Alle and Brook take on White Beach!<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYf35lpag9J9y6MPSiCfj_psJB2k5jfW-DnFAFi4CekeNa0Q7KYIP_MdLUuoBMJ7MP7WliKTF4fqOZ8vJKSP5WNpFS8ie78vTbRtz1tpi3Li3W7mA6Qe4XeJ37Yo_-DpALzIAn4qOVVG4/s1600-h/SANY2497.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306237532170238754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYf35lpag9J9y6MPSiCfj_psJB2k5jfW-DnFAFi4CekeNa0Q7KYIP_MdLUuoBMJ7MP7WliKTF4fqOZ8vJKSP5WNpFS8ie78vTbRtz1tpi3Li3W7mA6Qe4XeJ37Yo_-DpALzIAn4qOVVG4/s320/SANY2497.JPG" border="0" /></a>When I first arrived in Boracay I was surprised by how she boldly introduced her beauty and malice with a smile. My short time on the island allowed me to reflect on just how blessed I am and how far Ive come on my journey. The overall experience made a lasting impression in my mind. Third world countries aren't a reality until you're face to face with them. Their use of raw-materials shows the simplicity of life and just how much we take some things for granted.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311083607869173202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwZL_uR67EFhXYluXv4NAvXm2Ew-MoxY_lfV9MR8XRc2Rz-auY5Etlly3tifFjoeN8Koi3ZN9i8LCefMfViUzNkq6oMldAf8Ya9DnW_xVeXftEFc1dFce08jgiU-6qWbHac8KYxZgG7c/s320/SANY2495.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><blockquote><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>If you look far enough into the distance, you can see the sky <span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)">kiss</span></strong> <strong>its reflection in the <em>motion</em> of blue -Alle</strong></span></span></span></span></p></blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></span></span><br />Have you ever seen the gift in the beauty God gives us everyday? ::the present:: sunshine or rain, it's all heaven sent. Boracay is beyond a describable beauty. Mother nature continuously surrounds you in her state of grace::<br /><br /><a href="http://i464.photobucket.com/albums/rr10/mraynell8/Boracay%20Island%20Philippines%202009/melody2009540.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://i464.photobucket.com/albums/rr10/mraynell8/Boracay%20Island%20Philippines%202009/melody2009540.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><br /><blockquote><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>She has no mercy, she shows herself <span style="font-size:130%;">boldly</span> everyday and <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)">kisses</span> you all over willingly or not -Alle</strong></span> </span></p></blockquote></strong><p></p></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">OMG</span> so I had a chance to walk on the ocean </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">floor. Never in a million ddrreeaamms would I have thought I'd walk on the oceans floor and feed her multifaceted creations from my hands. I could only marvel at what seemed like aqua air all around me. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311186549128040338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 621px; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaEI80BgEG-V44xoK46uiQdzTCaXpOcZPoiV3hMDnkxlc5EvVbDuXTGCKYyziNNYbCcTmIagV0PaDa8XoVu7bLXqfx3ZGApDZDhr928qRHKQGRE5pcAjVtDv7Mg6XZnCBBBHe4xSPebMw/s320/053%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">When I began exploring, suddenly my mind FROZE! The fear of the </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">unknown stopped me dead in my tracks. The horrid imagines of me falling to my demise stuck in my mind! Besides the obvious fear of a shark coming to KILL ME, I imagined myself somehow floating into the abyss, separated from my instructor (whom might I add was very cute) and unable to reach the surface again!!!!!!</span></span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311080416207901346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg_G6m4E05LNJ2XANu3YfmTWYoOKim-DX0sG7q553gcwpEA4mAVIdZ0P6UUh46ZmFJcj1TrdJaAdUDpfSh0nk4DFTWBJF4WIJ_LDfCUviesAXl637eL5Qy3dGJngX-fyIdgL8ag4FfKHM/s320/061%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The beautiful tropical colors of a countless number of fish recaptured my attention, not to mention Brooks return to the surface on more than one occasion. LOL She was having a hard time. </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Visiting Gods creations </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">under the sea is...is..an adrenaline rush and highly recommended for lovers of all things beautiful.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></p><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtI1cFs0Oex_JKhW7booVIWLjWCYFKBnUGlPqQ7SaV6dv78kTnK08-tufbuO9OnduDYu2WJfs2wq9al_1h5Mv6Ky153MZRlj-A7Xax53GLER82Px8gkMxLRLAXR83jxFAu6x21u_QRnLI/s1600-h/melody2009615[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311086412959404578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtI1cFs0Oex_JKhW7booVIWLjWCYFKBnUGlPqQ7SaV6dv78kTnK08-tufbuO9OnduDYu2WJfs2wq9al_1h5Mv6Ky153MZRlj-A7Xax53GLER82Px8gkMxLRLAXR83jxFAu6x21u_QRnLI/s320/melody2009615%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span>he day before we went jet skiing! Sooo much fun! It was almost better then skiing down a black diamond slope for the first time with no idea how to stop! But that's another story. It didn't take long to get the hang of things. The trick is to catch some waves so it kinda feels like your flying over the water. <span style="font-size:100%;">Before I knew it I was making waves! Yep that's right <em>I'm <span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"><strong>Wavy</strong></span> baby</em>! lol<br /></span></div><p><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3Q-KZc3oDR9Vx1cBPJCmizpFbl6L8-WonQ9l-lPfmnSZYyGr1MU-7C7m7osKYA8CxFn-2sNtE6lnRh5VWQ-CJ7bsaliWozls43ViEXwHbzsd_BpTdl6NpQ75HOii-J5Q1_u55F5Z2jk/s1600-h/melody2009444[1].jpg"><span style="font-size:100%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311090158135223010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN3Q-KZc3oDR9Vx1cBPJCmizpFbl6L8-WonQ9l-lPfmnSZYyGr1MU-7C7m7osKYA8CxFn-2sNtE6lnRh5VWQ-CJ7bsaliWozls43ViEXwHbzsd_BpTdl6NpQ75HOii-J5Q1_u55F5Z2jk/s320/melody2009444%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">W</span>e also went ATVing to the highest point of the island. I wanted to go really fast but we had to follow the guide and hes no speed demon. Before we left we geared up and listen to the guide explain what to do what not to do ...<span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"><em>blah blah blah</em></span>...I was thinking to myself "yeah yeah just give me th</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpaavi_BqvBzKbAxeKlDKYRpj5dkUcrRNesmcOIUbFLfAo7_sa1Yd4AHDwJEd-45U9ebG6wkqilfyY5x02qhq_8ktpkXQmRTGlRUfcvj1r0nkrVrmwsXmIwu9aO3bG_3KX6BF-uQYk_gY/s1600-h/melody2009445[1].jpg"></a><span style="font-size:100%;">e key so I can tare this island up buddy." ;-) It took about 30 minutes to reach the top of the mountain and a five minute hike to its peak. One look and I was in awe...........<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbM3oXrjGvs0TG_VdfIixK8AwZ6bmiq4hDVZyYoLzIDI6pp66w-8cYdg_qOH-X5xyzQv-Y2ZCS2WlGBplXrTuc9noKbGXaQ6ESzlwFi8THxJuJjo-LLrSWuuiYN0HvV_GKC4oaql5EGeQ/s1600-h/SANY2486.JPG"><span style="font-size:100%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311089891280046482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbM3oXrjGvs0TG_VdfIixK8AwZ6bmiq4hDVZyYoLzIDI6pp66w-8cYdg_qOH-X5xyzQv-Y2ZCS2WlGBplXrTuc9noKbGXaQ6ESzlwFi8THxJuJjo-LLrSWuuiYN0HvV_GKC4oaql5EGeQ/s320/SANY2486.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:100%;"> ....no words can explain you have to see it for yourself in person! We also saw some poor little monkeys being held captive for tourist entertainment, a few snakes and other wild animals. After ATVing we took a walk on the world renowned <span style="font-family:lucida grande;">"White Beach"</span> <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)">Classic</span>....</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><blockquote><p><span style="font-size:130%;">"Getting so lost in someone else that you lose yourself"</span></p><p></p></blockquote><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I </span>intentionally pla<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dG8adF4-L9wCMabOI9rvPW532JRHdUxLFDM8gBRq0qFmr8cEVY1DWE_rMffr5gxrPk6TgMjKGwpTn87LE_h8ZJ148VtdhI5OPPconLRLODKcxPW4TbkQX9UlDVGvVrmxGD2HykxP2xc/s1600-h/SANY2376.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311088969963424626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dG8adF4-L9wCMabOI9rvPW532JRHdUxLFDM8gBRq0qFmr8cEVY1DWE_rMffr5gxrPk6TgMjKGwpTn87LE_h8ZJ148VtdhI5OPPconLRLODKcxPW4TbkQX9UlDVGvVrmxGD2HykxP2xc/s320/SANY2376.JPG" border="0" /></a>nned my trip to the tropical island on <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)">Valentines Day</span> as a way to remind myself of how important it is to love ME first. I learned the lesson of:: getting so lost in someone else that you lose yourself:: the hard way. I now realize just how vital it is to value myself.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">D</span>uring my flight back to reality I reflected on life, I'll give you a sneak peak into my personal journal. Consider yourself special!<br /><br /><div align="center">"Life Happens"<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Be you, follow your hearts desires, don't be conformed to the humdrum bores, norms and expectations of this world. So often we find ourselves persuaded based on societal norms. Don't get lost in it, get lost in you. Things fall apart but we must recognize those fails build our character. I call it character building. Mistakes are lessons not learned. It's not wrong to journey and get lost, life happens</em>.</span></div><div align="right"><br />Travel see the world, it has so much to offer. It g<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2onB2XFpWZAmSwBi0V_zFYkNI2WDC2G2FNCyUdwJ06mxmmLdxfm_MfMwdTZLl01XOjYSBydzJlIMwxOUDnXyzdsRMqfpyl7EjICsKOnC7EgzhyOSIz-NlNYFAaOMBfOHlxzw5cJpGY78/s1600-h/melody2009729[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311179413741000866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2onB2XFpWZAmSwBi0V_zFYkNI2WDC2G2FNCyUdwJ06mxmmLdxfm_MfMwdTZLl01XOjYSBydzJlIMwxOUDnXyzdsRMqfpyl7EjICsKOnC7EgzhyOSIz-NlNYFAaOMBfOHlxzw5cJpGY78/s320/melody2009729%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>ives you what you give it. It's honest, willing to stand naked in it's truth, sharing it's joy and pain and open for you to discover. -xoxo Alle </div><br /><div align="center"></div>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-86610421995061795042009-02-24T13:39:00.000+09:002009-03-12T18:44:59.636+09:00"Alley Cat"So I promise, no lie...Brook and I were walking up the alley back to our hotel and on the ground was this note:<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306232484353836642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiclE_Pylbii5QRjxcZCZy2UF71_dSVHAa9fP2YC832Xl5iUiyt-7CEqFGQfkgZRwPC-332XS9Jzhfd0mB37tm4TB9EUG2lnFHgirtydGEK8J1jEAI4-8eyGuwyk46bAoq89O4Sj7wXo6w/s320/melody2009641%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />I stopped and said "OMG, we have got to get a picture of this (because everywhere we went someone wanted a tip, just for taking a picture and not for us but of them! Seriously!) So here's the <strong>kicker</strong>, I looked up and this tiny cute cat was walking towards us up the alley:</p><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306227127396276898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vwiivL1zpYu8eA_nfvvlQfVP2zP3SGO62fglk40DqzlJ4XvJRAjLj2MKYrXbcXolVbOhSMUpG8sEU-vecDkMwRi1bsqevoAVltfpTCufXKmO5XvfSvfBmjnpXWBFZ8cnxCN2aangiuI/s320/melody2009639%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center"><strong>I couldn't believe it</strong>. Then the cat started <span style="font-size:130%;">running towards us!!!</span> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306227619214928386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuY3ybENvKuipEjWz7_f2tMgOkA8nGUXuSzwjGRxytJZHzpFKnkxvBpeTWQ7wLgQ6VFMiIE7mVu1tBI1ntfnlO4bj8nQBNfqSn36ibZOXWEhQXMUyBPvuHiGTAYkEzL01Vievgk0dZh7w/s320/melody2009640%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> No LIE! The tiny <em>Alley Cat</em> came and sat by the note: </div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306228769716309938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MrdafyefdpPL7CzbQF-7t_SCd74IIJOsTZXH2LkApvW9t5RJqn0LUYMNIu-uNrEBowALZuej5dmIIL1kczMXryak78kwaqGCq821Ql1AU0TsIjJ0omAA5Xjxmbq4pE3EebUNtCb6dTc/s320/melody2009642%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">THEN</span> it looked up at us like puss in boots and started singing the meow mix song!?!?!<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306229175313111954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFx6DlAxqAylciA8qBdM3bN3FpqKwvDhcOYArnblzeGh7Oj1AvtAvu_poao2O90bqjt_dIqT1QbxEwQ3Q1-5FSjVvVBPe4Z3-97krsg2D0F7_stUUYHpgVQiKxOMW5aEwIORf9d2a62lU/s320/puss-in-boots.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">"click <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTunhRVyREU"><span style="color:#ff0000;">here</span></a> for the meow-mix song"</p><div align="center"><<ok>> LOL <> ok that last part was a lie BUT OMG I was like what the !?!?</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Brook said "OMG, that cat is trained to get tips! Im done!" It was unbelievable yall! For real Im not kidding! </div><div align="center"></div>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-14726011496651282632009-02-11T21:37:00.000+09:002009-02-12T15:57:24.260+09:00"Love and Happiness"...Occasionally I imagine what life would be like if I were born in the mid to late 20th Century (Specifically the 60s-70s) I believe there was a <strong>Sense of <span style="color:#ff0000;">urgency</span></strong> in the air that made men and women embrace what <em>love and happiness</em> was. It's (soul music) like a deep feeling inside your soul that makes you want to give your love to any and everyone. Makes you wana rock left to right or roll your hips real smooth...lol you feel a lil beat in your body that makes you smile and groove real slow to the rhythm. <span style="font-size:130%;">Wwhhheeww</span>, you feel that?!?! I don't know about you but real music and I do mean reeeaalll music feels gud to my soul! It's an escape, <span style="font-size:100%;">a quick fix</span>, a perfect high...if you got the right stuff; you get that first high all over again every-single-time! If you got the right stuff it will have you jonesing for more and more. But it's got to be the right stuff or you'll find your thoughts stuck in a <strong>dark</strong> place wondering <em>"how did I get here?"</em><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsU6_eSG4k4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsU6_eSG4k4</a><br /><br />.........Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-44447603774694213472009-02-11T18:49:00.000+09:002009-02-11T20:41:46.288+09:00"You Can Call me Alle"<a href="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg237/peacentruelove/Skillet%20in%20Gwangju/CIMG3401-1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg237/peacentruelove/Skillet%20in%20Gwangju/CIMG3401-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">The name is Tiffany but <em>you can call me Alle</em>. Alle is short for Allen which is my last name. Alle is something like my <span style="color:#ffffff;">alter ego</span>. I thought of this code name when my sorority sister and I planned a trip to the Philippines and I decided we needed alias. It's funny because people use alter egos as a way to express the "<strong>bad girl</strong>" side of themselves. Well my AG is the opposite. If you know me you already know I say what I mean and mean what I say...sometimes I can be a bit brash. But Alle takes a different approach. You see, Ive been told "Its not what you say, its how you say it" so I'll use this opportunity to express myself in a more "socially conscious/acceptable" way...well...maybe lol<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">who makes these rules anyway?!</span></strong></span><br /></div><p align="left">Alle is very sensitive and sweet. She likes to think of herself as a queen, she's a lover and uses the reality of visualization and affirmation to her advantage. She always tells the truth. (the whole truth) She's a natural soul who seeks all things adventure and she likes to perform entire old-school shows in her bedroom after work. She writes poetry, bakes cakes and crochets. She loves to eat Oreos and milk while watching <em>"Sex in The City"</em> at 1:00 in the morning. She loves to give hugs and she <span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">kisses and tells</span>.</span> Shes a total anomaly and pulchritudinous inside and out! So everyone meet Alle...Alle meet everyone. Now keep in mind from time to time you may get Alle and you may get me. It just depends on the blog! </p>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9119231615967040748.post-71830895985689467602009-02-10T22:24:00.000+09:002009-02-11T18:35:36.364+09:00Who is Louis Randolph?!?!<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQiYj3z_5dh-0amlGArxaPROfYnj-GbAAohYlDOblvZwEbcWRmvNLnBdhaWSFd3fxj8bUmlTTT5nGU4xkW7djvQ7YL1eWuzNGjKa2SJwdhRUmY0OW_b1Umd7svPussSVVf5H328_WHQOg/s1600-h/사본+-+사본+-+사본+-+Tiffany+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301430765205632210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQiYj3z_5dh-0amlGArxaPROfYnj-GbAAohYlDOblvZwEbcWRmvNLnBdhaWSFd3fxj8bUmlTTT5nGU4xkW7djvQ7YL1eWuzNGjKa2SJwdhRUmY0OW_b1Umd7svPussSVVf5H328_WHQOg/s320/%EC%82%AC%EB%B3%B8+-+%EC%82%AC%EB%B3%B8+-+%EC%82%AC%EB%B3%B8+-+Tiffany+005.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="left">If you're wondering where in the world the name "Louise Randolph" came from...?!?!....LOL... Its my witness protection name; ya know your parents middle names. Moms middle is Louise and Dads is Randolph so there you have it <em>louiserandolph.blogspot.com</em><br />So first things first: <strong>DISCLAIMER</strong> this is my blog, my thoughts, my opinions and my emotions. <strong>WARNING</strong> if you come across anything you don't like or agree with click the X in the top right hand corner <span style="color:#ff0000;">immediately</span>!!!!! My intentions are to give you a look into my heart and my mind through my words and visuals. I pray you enjoy.</div>Perfectly Flawedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15800878949736281404noreply@blogger.com0