<?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-5167735</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:26:48.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love In The First Degree</title><subtitle type='html'>"When I saw you, I fell in love and you smiled because you knew" -William Shakespeare</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vintagesoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagesoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09003148856616563090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5167735.post-93516838</id><published>2003-04-29T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T23:51:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's raining heavily outside ma window...... it's a good day to sleep. cuddle under ma comforter....how nice....but here i am bloggin'.... i was actually studying  but there are a lot of things in ma mind.... so i decided to side track for awhile. nway, i'm in not in a very good mood today....... juz like da weather...haha. inject a little humour to it. tt's besides da point. i am never da type to start an argument or some sort like tt. i've always been da quiet one who doesn't have a lot to say to anything.... but tt doesn't mean tt i don't have anything to say or have any opinions in mind.... or i'm juz this blur girl who gives this blur n dumb face. i purposely do that cause i'm just tired to layan you peeps.... i'm not here to brag or to have hatred against someone. but da the time spent alone made me realize a lot of things. tt also got me thinking too. i don't like to bear any grudges. i like to settle problems there and then and not drag the case. See..... there a lot of things that you peeps out there don't know about me. never assume things. but then, i have many wonderful friends out there..... but there's only this one person that i've been confiding feelings and things t0...... don't take da drift as the end of our friendship. it's not ova yet. da drift is juz a period of thinking and realization. KEEP THAT IN MIND! i thank ya for all da times you've been there for me. but da some things you do kinda hurt me indirectly.... never got da strength to tell ya all this....as i know that you'll NEVER take it well! i've seen that far t0o many times gal. coz you'll always want things to go your way.... that sort of things. like i said ppl have limits.... n yes, you haven't seen ma limits yet.... coz you're da only one that has been exploding all da time... i tried to be as patient as possible. but ya....ma wire snapped! i'm neither here to pick a fight nor start something unpleasant.... juz wanna let you know how i feel and that try to realize it yourself. coz i'm no longer 8 years old but i'm gonna turn 18 this year. so i don't wanna have childish and foolish games. all of us have to solve it like adults. tc. you'll always be ma friend. but if you wanna see and take this differently, that is your choice. i'm juz here as fren.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: i have a lot to say actually.  but face-to-face talk is much betta. blogging is not as satisfying....&lt;br /&gt;       stupid blog!!! it's supposed to be dated 30th April!!!!! not 29th April!!!! argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5167735-93516838?l=vintagesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93516838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93516838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagesoul.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93516838' title=''/><author><name>nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09003148856616563090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5167735.post-93450959</id><published>2003-04-28T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T23:46:55.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rock, i totally agree wit ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yup,everyone has limits, so don't push it!! nway, enough said bout' tt.... i'm supposed to go for editing today. it's from 10am to 4pm.... but ma lovin' and considerate crew, told me i don't have to come at all. they want me to study for ma marketing exam which is this saturday. i feel bad though..... but they said it's fine wit 'em. they don't want me to fail. so sweet of 'em rite? thx guys..... nway, i'm kinda reading ma txtbk rite now.....haha...surprised eh? btw.....i'm kinda bored....yesterday, before i met rock, i bumped into someone...... he put a smile on ma face...... we didn't talk long though..... he was wit his latest girlfriend....i understand how he feels..... he smsed me when i got home.....he was at a friend's chalet...... n he asked whether if it's ok if he take me out after ma exam...... n i told him i can't promise him.....i told him tt he's attached now..... wat would his present gf think rite? even though, we shared something in da past..... we have to move on..... n he replied by saying we have a lot catchin' up to do......i will never forget you......you were ma 1st.... we had somethin' goin on together..... i miss u..... n i replied..... i understand how you feel but u gotta let her noe if you're really takin me out aite? i don't wanna coz any trouble here. i'm chillin' ya noe.... he said ok... actually he told his gf about me already....tt sounds like ice!! haha...why does all ma x have da same characteristics???? tt's why i luv 'em.... haha...i've got to move on. yes, life is short n i 've got to live it to da fullest! haha...i got to go now.....i'm gonna go out. peace peeps! remember, don't push limits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5167735-93450959?l=vintagesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93450959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93450959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagesoul.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93450959' title=''/><author><name>nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09003148856616563090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5167735.post-93333480</id><published>2003-04-27T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T00:05:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to town yesterday. met up wit dre, rock n jon. da starbucks raffles city guy wasn't workin' yesterday.haiz...... nevermind, coz we can always chill there during our holidays. haha!! i'm lookin' forward to chillin'. haha. we went to taka n finally, chilled at far east. alicia joined us. n not after, dre n rock had to leave. actually, i was havin a terrible headache...... erin joined me n jon at taka(we actully walked back there)......in the end, erin n i chilled at esplanade till this morning..... haha....we relieve wat happened last semester...all da crazy things we did.....talked abt ice......living me confused.....unattended.......she said tt sani (erin's current bf) would luv to beat him up when he bumps into ice in tampines...... thks! haha!! a bit piece of ma mind was given. we chilled n fell asleep..... guess wat?! sani actually cycled wit his freinds from tampines to esplanade!!!!! the things guys do for their girlfriends!! haha. you go sani boy!!!! TAKE FULL CARE OF HER AITE????!!!!!!!!!!!! aite..i'm gonna get stuff for speech later...... i'm exhausted.....hope tt the guy is working today!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below, is a song by christina milian, titled until i get over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;Another night and I made my way through&lt;br /&gt;So many dreams still left in my mind&lt;br /&gt;But they it never come true&lt;br /&gt;I press rewind&lt;br /&gt;I remember when&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and I’m with you again&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I can still feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;The sun won’t shine since you went away&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the rain’s falling every day&lt;br /&gt;There’s just one heart, where there once was two&lt;br /&gt;That’s the way it’s gotta be,&lt;br /&gt;‘til I get over you…&lt;br /&gt;[you...........]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked through the park, in the evening air&lt;br /&gt;I heard a voice and I thought you were there&lt;br /&gt;I run away but I just can’t escape&lt;br /&gt;Memories of you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;They say the time will dry the tears&lt;br /&gt;But true love burns for a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;Give my tomorrows for one yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Just to know that I could have you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[till i get over....... you...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;When will this river of tears stop fallin’&lt;br /&gt;Where can I run so I won’t feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Can’t walk away when the pain keeps callin’&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just gotta take it from here on my own&lt;br /&gt;But it’s so hard to let go .....&lt;br /&gt;[oh no no no]&lt;br /&gt;[oh no no]&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[you.........................]&lt;br /&gt;[you.........................]&lt;br /&gt;thats the way its gotta be until i get over you&lt;br /&gt;[until i get over....you.....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5167735-93333480?l=vintagesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93333480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93333480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagesoul.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93333480' title=''/><author><name>nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09003148856616563090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5167735.post-93275867</id><published>2003-04-25T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T19:54:29.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>juz came back from the market...... well, everyone's drifting apart...... don't u think i noe tt!!! i'm not as slow as u think i am........ it's not as easy for me u noe.... i juz got out from a relationship which i thought was gonna really, really work out....after all da shit tt happened. hey n u noe wat, i've never really felt this way before..... it's really a different feeling. maybe you wouldn't understand..... nevermind....enough said..... i'm trying....going out wit ma frens will be a distraction. but wat to do.......everyone's busy wit their lives..... well, i gotta be independent once in awhile.... i miss you. tc. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5167735-93275867?l=vintagesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93275867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93275867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagesoul.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93275867' title=''/><author><name>nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09003148856616563090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5167735.post-93234773</id><published>2003-04-25T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T04:52:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skool was boring today. most of us the K SISTAZ  had this fucked up look on our faces. STRESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i don't wanna get involve. i have ENOUGH on ma mind!!! GOD PLEASE HELP ME OUT.... enough is enough. SOMEONE, WHOM I LOVE VERY, VERY MUCH TALKED SOME SENSE INTO MA HEAD. i gotta thank her for that. i've been too lenient and soft to others. it's high time that i learn to be firm wit my decisions! ya man......been too quiet all the time. i swear to GOD that i'm gonna blow up one of these days. i'm not kiddin'!! GOD save the first person man. coz it's not gonna be a pretty sight. today is the last day of school. i'm kinda glad. i've planned to study and score well. n i can do it. i haven't been spending much time wit ma beloved familia... been puttin ma frends first...been neglecting mi familia. so, so, so sorry mama, boboy, kakak enny, nadya...... ya'll the only ones that i have till the end of time. luv ya'll very much. more than life itself. there's nothing like having a home. though it's been on da rocks, we pulled it through rite? i promise not to let ya'll down. i'll be good again. i'll try to cut down on smoking. mama...like u always say to me...if there's a will, there's a way... i'll never forget that. i'm gonna go shopping for ma speech presentation tmr. at town....where else.... and i'm gonna drop by starbucks raffles city. i'm gonna meet rockey tmr. yeay!!! well, this will help me forget ice.... actually, it's helping...it's kinda like a distraction for me.... do stuff... keep myself occupied. i'm gonna look for heels only. coz my cousin will be getting married in june. so might as well look for it now since i'm having ma speech presentation this monday. maybe a top tt's all.... need to budget myself.. haha.. aite, i'm gonna give tuition now. be nice! i've had enough wit everyone's shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5167735-93234773?l=vintagesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93234773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93234773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagesoul.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93234773' title=''/><author><name>nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09003148856616563090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5167735.post-93188818</id><published>2003-04-24T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T10:37:55.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my class was at 11am yesterday.. went to class for barely an hour as i received a call from my mom. she informed tt my maternal grand uncle passed away.... after tt call, i was finding ways to inform harvey, my lecturer. finally, i did. he let me off coz the burial was gonna be at 1pm. i rushed out took a bus there. i was in super casual wear.. i was the only one at the funeral dressing in that manner. well, usually if i need to attend a funeral, i'll be wearing baju kurung to show respect... but yesterday was kinda of sudden, i had no time to go home and change. i followed to the cemetry. after which, i went to plaza sing alone. i sat at STARBUCKS COFFEE and had caramel frappucino wit extra caramel topping. i sat there like a lost soul. but it did me something good. i started thinking...although i was depressed. every single moment came rushing back to ma head... but it's ova now..i've got to move on in life. my mom adviced me tt there's no point in being sad ova guys like him....eventhough it hurts a lot.... sha said we've got to learn the hard way in order to get something done right. oh ya btw, she told me to return him his okley shades. as it's not mine. well... i will...one fine day...hahaha!! i sat there till 630 pm, before my sis joined me..... but she left at 7 for class...then, i decided to visit rockey at her work place at raffles city. i chilled there till 930pm... my sista and her bf joined me again... we chilled at STARBUCKS RAFFLES CITY this time round. and there, he was, this cute young guy who served us! and i had my usual, caramel frappucino wit xtra caramel.... haha.. being her typical self, my sista purposely reminded the guy tt i wanted xtra caramel topping...n she added it's for this young sweet gal---she pointed towards me!! i was blushing. but yes, i have to agree that he is cute. well-mannered and all... i noe tt my sis was juz trying to help....all sha was trying to do is make me feel better. thank you sis...i was smiling all the way home. actually, surprisngly, it made my day. haha...it looks as though, i'll be hanging out there quite often.....haha....maybe, maybe not...we shall see. aite. that's all peeps. i need a break. maybe wash my eyes will do me good...haha at raffles city!!! cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5167735-93188818?l=vintagesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93188818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93188818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagesoul.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93188818' title=''/><author><name>nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09003148856616563090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5167735.post-93103450</id><published>2003-04-23T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T03:05:21.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All alone on a Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;Outside I see the rain is falling, whoa oh..&lt;br /&gt;Inside I'm slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;But the rain will hide my crying, crying, crying&lt;br /&gt;And you&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know my tears will burn the pillow&lt;br /&gt;Set this place on fire&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm tired of your lie&lt;br /&gt;All I needed was a simple "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;But the traffic was so noisy that you could not hear me cry&lt;br /&gt;(I) I gave you my love in vain&lt;br /&gt;My body never knew such pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;My heart never knew such pain&lt;br /&gt;And you, you leave me so confused... &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm all cried out, over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5167735-93103450?l=vintagesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93103450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93103450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagesoul.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93103450' title=''/><author><name>nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09003148856616563090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5167735.post-93102113</id><published>2003-04-23T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T02:16:24.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wat did i do today....well, i went to skool at noon. went for a smoke wit erin and a few of ma 3rd year seniors..... erin left for home and went for ma editing. ma mind wasn't at ease.. all i could think about was ice..... actually, i juz reached home.... haiz...this is da last week of skool... i have my last presentation for speech on monday.... i need to complete ma flash assignment for webc and ma marketing exam is on the 3rd of may...... it cuts like a knife... and ma heart is terribly hurt. he hasn't called yet...... GOD why must it be me....???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i've gone through enough shit! what have i done to deserve all this crap??!! my darling you.....haiz....how could you do this to me? hurhur................................ &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5167735-93102113?l=vintagesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93102113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93102113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagesoul.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93102113' title=''/><author><name>nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09003148856616563090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5167735.post-93043786</id><published>2003-04-22T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T06:17:03.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey...i haven't been updatin' ma blog for more than a month... well... wat can i say....i was busy wit skool and ma computer crashed. nway, i'm updatin' it now.... i'm kinda relieved now. ma med soc and bauhaus final projects are ova!! i should be happy rite...? don't ya peeps thinks so? but haiz......i can say tt ma life is screwed up at this point of time. everthin' is goin' not as planned... as for ma K SISTAZ, ya gals should know wat i'm talkin' about. fucked up!!!!!! i'm all cried out..... gals, i'm still hopn'..... this is so, so unfair......all i need in this life of sins is me n ma girlfriends, down to ride to da very end..is still me n ma girlfriends. i need a miracle. i can't get over da feelin'. i've never felt this way before... never, never!! guess wat, i'm playin' emo songs at this very moment as i'm typin' away. i feel that i don't deserve this shit at all. why should i? i'm juz so foolish as to give ma heart in vain. here we go again....erin will always say tt i'm naive.....n stuff...haiz... inoe i hv to move on but all i think about is him...i miss him...i am so tempted to holla him but....haiz... he's got a new life now.... it's been too long n i'm lost without you, what i'm gonna do, said i been needing you...i'm wanting you. i try not to cry...but it's juz so hard to hold back da tears.... i'm so confused and hurt....all i need is a simple hello....at least have da decency to holla me rite.. n not make me wait n wonder. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5167735-93043786?l=vintagesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93043786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/93043786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagesoul.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93043786' title=''/><author><name>nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09003148856616563090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5167735.post-90841292</id><published>2003-03-16T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T22:30:49.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>harlow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5167735-90841292?l=vintagesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/90841292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/90841292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vintagesoul.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90841292' title=''/><author><name>nur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09003148856616563090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5167735.post-90795565</id><published>2003-03-15T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T22:43:09.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies &amp; Gentlemen.......presenting ......(drum rolls pls!!!)......Life Is Like A Box Of Chocolates!......Whaddup ma peeps!!!! finally, I have ma own blog now!!! isn't this excitin'??!! it's for ya all to read n get updated bout me!! i'll like to give credits to erin. she's da one who created ma blog for me. thk ya lots n lots babe!! actually, we're supposed to be workin' on our coca-cola shit aite now!!.. but we got side-tracked.....oh ya, we, refers to jon, erin n me.....we're at jon's place, since yesterday. we planned to help each other wit our work...... well, i've been feelin' rather vulnerable da past couple of weeks........but thx to ma best buddies, i feel a tiny bit betta......unfortunately, when i'm alone......i'll get extremely emo.......i don't know y...it comes naturally..... yup, i have to agree that i'm a very emo person.....no point in me hidin' da truth....(so don't mess wit me aite!!)....hehehe..look on da bright side of life. LOVE is in da air!!!!! don't ya all agree???? by the way, i can't get da song Mesmerize by Ja Rule(ma Man!!) feat. Ashanti outta ma head!! da song is very captivatin'. for those who have not heard of it.., here r da lyrics.....i betta get back to ma coca-cola stuff now......tc ma peeps!!! ride on n chill aite!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, your stare, those eyes I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you look at me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, your smile I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you kiss me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;Your hips, those thighs I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you thug me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, deny I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when I'm wit' you, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a fetish for fuckin' you wit' your skirt on&lt;br /&gt;On the backstreet in the back seat of the Yukon&lt;br /&gt;What's takin' so long, I'm getting' anxious&lt;br /&gt;But patiently waitin' for you to tell a nigga to move on&lt;br /&gt;Between me and you, we could find each other&lt;br /&gt;Flyin' abroad in my private G-2&lt;br /&gt;I ain't tryin' to G you, I'm tryin' to see you&lt;br /&gt;Bend over, you know how we do it, feet to shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Bring heat to coldest night, so ferocious&lt;br /&gt;Now you street promotin' the dick, game is potent&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in the bed nigga go hard like Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Sweat pourin', lovin' the way you be moanin'&lt;br /&gt;Grippin' the sheets, lookin' at me, lickin' at me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every woman just wanna be happy&lt;br /&gt;And it's crazy, but baby, I (Love it when I'm wit'&lt;br /&gt;you, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, your stare, those eyes I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you look at me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, your smile I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you kiss me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hips, those thighs I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you thug me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, deny I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when I'm wit' you, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana get away 'cause you know like I know&lt;br /&gt;And there's a better day, comin', I'm hooked on your&lt;br /&gt;lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Believe me and when you hold my body&lt;br /&gt;I know you need me, wait for me baby&lt;br /&gt;I've been goin' half-crazy for your love&lt;br /&gt;And I was told that the sex  is better than drugs&lt;br /&gt;Then get addicted, boy, listen&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only piece of the puzzle you're missin'&lt;br /&gt;Like when we kissin' (Ride-Ride-Ride)&lt;br /&gt;You got a girl that'll (Ride-ride-ride)&lt;br /&gt;So take me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And do what you do to me, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, your stare, those eyes I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you look at me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, your smile I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you kiss me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hips, those thighs I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you thug me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, deny I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when I'm wit' you, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shorty, are you really gettin' bored with me or him&lt;br /&gt;'Cause though I play a lot of games, I play 'em to win&lt;br /&gt;(But then again I'm still young and  livin' my&lt;br /&gt;life)&lt;br /&gt;You know you're right and I'm the type&lt;br /&gt;To pull up to your bumper, get your number, baby&lt;br /&gt;(I can only help but wonder)&lt;br /&gt;What life would be without (My sweet baby)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're my baby (Holla if you hear me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...ah...ah...&lt;br /&gt;You can understand that my love is pain&lt;br /&gt;And how I'm feelin', babe, it's just a woman thing&lt;br /&gt;(It's a man's world, but I understand)&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's still nothin' different boy, stick to&lt;br /&gt;the plan&lt;br /&gt;{ be my down ass  wit' your round ass)&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm feelin' you (Like you be feelin' me)&lt;br /&gt;The way you're holdin' my body, the way you touch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, your stare, those eyes I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you look at me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, your smile I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you kiss me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hips, those thighs I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you thug me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, deny I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when I'm wit' you, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when you touch me, baby&lt;br /&gt;All over my body, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love when you kiss me, baby&lt;br /&gt;All over my body, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when you touch me, baby&lt;br /&gt;All over my body, baby&lt;br /&gt;I love when you kiss me, baby&lt;br /&gt;All over my body, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, your stare, those eyes I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you look at me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, your smile I&lt;br /&gt;(Love it when you kiss me, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5167735-90795565?l=vintagesoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5167735/posts/default/90795565'/><link 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