<?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-4520655851054326218</id><updated>2011-09-26T09:29:24.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tainted Love Lane</title><subtitle type='html'>You'll find nothing better</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-2672059386784027875</id><published>2011-08-24T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:21:06.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING!!</title><content type='html'>Attention people of my blog. This blog is being moved to a new site. Please follow me here instead! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Much loves! &lt;br /&gt;Neby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://punklolitadreams.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://punklolitadreams.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-2672059386784027875?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/2672059386784027875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=2672059386784027875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2672059386784027875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2672059386784027875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/08/moving.html' title='MOVING!!'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8560295709349496171</id><published>2011-05-23T13:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T13:22:29.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Day ;)</title><content type='html'>It's been a while hasn't it. I am so sorry people but things in my life ave been moving at fast paste. So I will do my best to keep ypu guys updated as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   ~My Latest Update~&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Japan Day. I very wonderful event that happens every year in New York for the past 5 years. I decided to go in full lolita complete with a pink wig and a black dress. I had to wear sneakers because it was cloudy and raining so heels were not a good choice. The event this year was small, but very calming for me. I loved the area and the people. I even saw one of my younger classmates. It was a fun day. I can't wait for next year!&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BYjNQxd731M/TdqXwwnpG2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/2sSbfRyEXpA/s1600/poster-A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="undefined" width="undefined" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BYjNQxd731M/TdqXwwnpG2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/2sSbfRyEXpA/s320/poster-A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8560295709349496171?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8560295709349496171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8560295709349496171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8560295709349496171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8560295709349496171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/05/japan-day.html' title='Japan Day ;)'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BYjNQxd731M/TdqXwwnpG2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/2sSbfRyEXpA/s72-c/poster-A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-5487116764466685121</id><published>2011-04-15T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T21:05:59.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>I wonder if it's just me but how the heck did Isaiah get 72% of the votes in my poll. That means 8 of you out of the many who have voted believe that my best relationship was with Isaiah. Will someone please explain to me why the hell is Isaiah so popular even on my VERY OWN BLOG?!. People, he is not my boyfriend or husband or anything related to that. Actually, I'm kind of confused of what we are to be honest. But anyway, THAT IS SOOOOO WEIRD YOU GUYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-5487116764466685121?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/5487116764466685121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=5487116764466685121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5487116764466685121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5487116764466685121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/04/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-1876310452477784841</id><published>2011-04-14T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T12:43:42.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Second Confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://japanization.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/teru-and-kurosaki-dengeki-daisy-9640251-600-337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://japanization.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/teru-and-kurosaki-dengeki-daisy-9640251-600-337.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I adore the anime Degenki Daisy so much right now ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-1876310452477784841?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/1876310452477784841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=1876310452477784841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1876310452477784841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1876310452477784841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/04/60-second-confession.html' title='60 Second Confession'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8227783536573822741</id><published>2011-04-13T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:45:22.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sh*t My Friends Say</title><content type='html'>"It says trash only, but my heart belongs there to."- Manuel 4/12/11 @ 5:01&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love everything about her *sigh*."-Manuel 4/12/11 @ 5:48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really!? Now you want my love? (to Aliyah) -Yasmiry 4/12/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What am I talking about, No what are YOU talking about?"- Aliyah 4/12/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys are not on the low *whispers* whats the answer to #5?"-Eddie while we were taking a test to Aliyah and CJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bold, Bald, same thing. They're both spelled B-O-L-D."- Karina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen bitch.."-Eddie on a daily basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thatanimeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/genshiken26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.thatanimeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/genshiken26.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8227783536573822741?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8227783536573822741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8227783536573822741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8227783536573822741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8227783536573822741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/04/sht-my-friends-say.html' title='Sh*t My Friends Say'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-5378686704866361302</id><published>2011-04-12T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:50:03.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Honest Baby</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;BEFORE YOU READ, THIS SWITCH THE GENDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lxpress.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/couple-anime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://lxpress.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/couple-anime.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You're here tonight and I got to know  &lt;br /&gt;You wit me tonight and I got to know) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey Songz Talking: &lt;br /&gt;Yo  &lt;br /&gt;It's just me and you tonight  &lt;br /&gt;And I'm at the point where &lt;br /&gt;I don't ever wanna share you ever again &lt;br /&gt;YUUUP &lt;br /&gt;Does he do it, Does he do it, Does he do it  &lt;br /&gt;Does he do it, Does he do it, Does he do it (Do It)  &lt;br /&gt;Like I do it, Like I do it, Like I do it, Like I do it  &lt;br /&gt;Like I do it, Like I do it, Like I do it (Do It)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1 :  &lt;br /&gt;When you first showed me the kitten, girl you knew I was a freak (damn right)  &lt;br /&gt;You knew ya swag was gon` do somethin` to me  &lt;br /&gt;You keep tellin` me one day you his, then one day you want me  &lt;br /&gt;Won`t you stop all the pretendin` what the business gon` be  &lt;br /&gt;I`ve been promisin` you something more than jus` a couple weeks  &lt;br /&gt;Been rollin` round and jumpin` in and out bed  &lt;br /&gt;A real decisions what I need and girl it`s time for you to make it  &lt;br /&gt;And while ya takin` it look at me girl and tell me one thing  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :  &lt;br /&gt;Does he do it, Does he do it, Does he do it  &lt;br /&gt;Does he do it, Does he do it, Does he do it (Do It)  &lt;br /&gt;Like I do it, Like I do it, Like I do it, Like I do it  &lt;br /&gt;Like I do it, Like I do it,  Like I do it (Do It)  &lt;br /&gt;(When I do it I betcha he don't make you cum like I do) (2x)  &lt;br /&gt;You're here tonight and ii got to know  &lt;br /&gt;You wit me tonight and I got to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2 :  &lt;br /&gt;When you  be home  &lt;br /&gt;Do you sometimes get so  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888; font-size: 0.75em;"&gt;[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/does-he-do-it-lyrics-trey-songz.html ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated cause he wanna stay too long  &lt;br /&gt;I`m missin` you callin on the batphone  &lt;br /&gt;Tryna see what tonight gon` here for  &lt;br /&gt;When you wit` him do sometimes kinda wish that it was us  &lt;br /&gt;Posted up in the kitchen you teachin` me how to cook  &lt;br /&gt;Then it pop off on the counter and we make alot of fuss  &lt;br /&gt;Then I take over the teachin and you know what I`ll do first  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus :  &lt;br /&gt;Does he do it, Does he do it, Does he do it  &lt;br /&gt;Does he do it, Does he do it, Does he do it (Do It)  &lt;br /&gt;Like I do it, Like I do it, Like I do it, Like I do it  &lt;br /&gt;Like I do it, Like I do it, Like I do it (Do It)  &lt;br /&gt;(When I do it I betcha he don't make you cum like I do) (2x)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:  &lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you like it, do you like the way I pull your hair  &lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you like it, do you like the way I go down there  &lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you like it, how I make you yell and scream out, yeah  &lt;br /&gt;Tell me don`t you like how I do it when you can`t catch your breath (Breath, Breath, Breath) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus : &lt;br /&gt;Does he do it, Does he do it, Does he do it  &lt;br /&gt;Do he play wit` ya hair &lt;br /&gt;Does he do it, Does he do it, Does he do it (Do It) &lt;br /&gt;Does he love you there  &lt;br /&gt;Like I do it, Like I do it, Like I do it, Like I do it  &lt;br /&gt;Do he spank you from the back  &lt;br /&gt;Like I do it, Like I do it, Like I do it (Do It) &lt;br /&gt;Do he do it like that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does he do it (6x) &lt;br /&gt;Like I do it (6x)  &lt;br /&gt;(When I do it I betcha he don't make you cum like I do) (2x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-5378686704866361302?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/5378686704866361302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=5378686704866361302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5378686704866361302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5378686704866361302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/04/be-honest-baby.html' title='Be Honest Baby'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-7431730074732432901</id><published>2011-04-12T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:38:19.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Them (heart song chronicles)</title><content type='html'>Say that you want me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Say that you'll never leave me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You gotta tell me you need me (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them take your love away (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;(repeat 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that i am a fool to love you&lt;br /&gt;And some say that i am too dumb to know what's right for me&lt;br /&gt;But only i can live my life, and only i can feel my heart ache&lt;br /&gt;I never claim to know everything but i know when your loves away&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep and i can't eat and i can't live and i can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;So don't make a fool of me, just love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they say that me loving you will hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And they say it's a matter of time before you break my heart&lt;br /&gt;But even when we're far apart i always feel that you are with me&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray almost everyday that our love never goes away&lt;br /&gt;'cause i can't see where i would be without your love all over me&lt;br /&gt;So don't make a fool of me just love me and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus] 2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby your all, all that i need, need in my life, right here with me&lt;br /&gt;[repeat 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noG8apz9FYg/TKuwKbgvOwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ga3tLDBbtfA/s1600/Drake-+I+Get+Lonely+Too.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noG8apz9FYg/TKuwKbgvOwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ga3tLDBbtfA/s400/Drake-+I+Get+Lonely+Too.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Drake - Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Waited on you for so long&lt;br /&gt;Too many days since January&lt;br /&gt;I’m still sitting here alone&lt;br /&gt;We shoulda did this already&lt;br /&gt;said I gotta email today&lt;br /&gt;kinda thought that you, forgot about me&lt;br /&gt;but I wanna hit you back too say&lt;br /&gt;just like you, I get lonely yoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I could really get to know you&lt;br /&gt;take my time and show you&lt;br /&gt;don’t tell anybody what we do&lt;br /&gt;when I get lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Me,&lt;br /&gt;to another place where I’ll be&lt;br /&gt;face to face, just you and me&lt;br /&gt;with no rules, just like you&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely too ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;hoo ooh hoh, hoo ooh hoh&lt;br /&gt;just like you&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely too ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;hoo ooh hoh&lt;br /&gt;just like you&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Drake - Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for us too get it on&lt;br /&gt;ain’t gotta love to cost any&lt;br /&gt;hope it ain’t like that for long&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be your friend if you let me&lt;br /&gt;don’t wanna come off strong&lt;br /&gt;cuz too many people wanna get me&lt;br /&gt;but you know I do what I gotta do&lt;br /&gt;just like you, I get lonely yoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I could really get to know you&lt;br /&gt;take my time and show you&lt;br /&gt;don’t tell anybody what we do&lt;br /&gt;when I get lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Me,&lt;br /&gt;to another place where I’ll be&lt;br /&gt;face to face, just you and me&lt;br /&gt;with no rules, just like you&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely too ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;hoo ooh hoh, hoo ooh hoh&lt;br /&gt;just like you&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely too ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;hoo ooh hoo&lt;br /&gt;just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Hoh ooh hoh&lt;br /&gt;Hoh ooh hoh&lt;br /&gt;Hoh ooh hoh&lt;br /&gt;just like you&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely too&lt;br /&gt;Hoh ooh hoh&lt;br /&gt;Hoh ooh hoh&lt;br /&gt;Hoh ooh hoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;I could really get to know you&lt;br /&gt;take my time and show you&lt;br /&gt;don’t tell anybody what we do&lt;br /&gt;when I get lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Me,&lt;br /&gt;to another place where I’ll be&lt;br /&gt;face to face, just you and me&lt;br /&gt;with no rules, just like you&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely too ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;hoo ooh hoh, hoo ooh hoh&lt;br /&gt;just like you&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely too ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;hoo ooh hoh&lt;br /&gt;just like you&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-4285848719982174777?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/4285848719982174777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=4285848719982174777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/4285848719982174777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/4285848719982174777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-get-lonely-too.html' title='I Get Lonely Too'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_noG8apz9FYg/TKuwKbgvOwI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ga3tLDBbtfA/s72-c/Drake-+I+Get+Lonely+Too.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6829182760674042738</id><published>2011-03-29T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:31:23.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Certain things in a person never really change. I often wonder why do I put myself in these situations when I'm the one that gets blamed and I'm the one who is seen as the bad guy. Last night I called Isaiah for our anniversary and honestly, I wish things could have gone better than they did. We argued like usual but it was sort of my fault that we argued. I only argue with him because it's the most I can get Isaiah to say anything to me. What made me upset was he blamed my mother for the reason our relationship went down the toilet. I played it off and acted like it was nothing but it always pisses me off when he talks bad about my mom. I mean that's the woman who has given birth and cared for me. She's only trying to raise me right &amp;nbsp;however "psycho" it may seem at times. It got worst later on at night. We talked later on and what he said..... just like made me think "what the hell man?!" Isaiah just kept going on and on about how I didn't care that much about going to see him because I sold the plane ticket I had to visit him after we broke up. Also how it was my fault for leaving New York to go to North Carolina. I was forced by my dad to go but he didn't see it that way. Then he said that I play games and I lie a lot and that I had yet to show him how much of a woman I had claimed to have become at all to him. He just kept going and going and for a while, I was strong and I took every single punch he threw at me. And then... I don't know what happened but I slipped and there was a slight crack in my wall of blockage from my heart. My eyes started to drizzle. I tried once more to protect my heart with a small lie when he asked me "Are you crying?" even though I knew it wasn't going to work which it didn't. So I finally confessed why I was upset and the last thing I heard after several moments was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I'm sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/2761168097_14a6de4e7e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/2761168097_14a6de4e7e.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange how those words over the course of the 4 years of our relationship have fixed and created so much damage. Isaiah then started to fall asleep so I decided to call it a night. A felt myself split in two at that moment {n3bu!@ vs (1(1}. I asked myself "So do you still think this is worth saving or are you ready to walk away from this forever?" I answered "At this point, I'm not so confident as I was 4 years ago" Then I asked myself "Why?".... I replied "Things change...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6829182760674042738?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6829182760674042738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6829182760674042738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6829182760674042738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6829182760674042738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3281/2761168097_14a6de4e7e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-1479521924326209132</id><published>2011-03-25T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:23:47.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates on my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Jun&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;According to Jun, he left me because some girl from his past had gotten pregnant by him and he didn't want to trouble me with the drama. Do I believe this? Not really. But hey, I reall don't care anymore. That door is closed finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6600000/The-Prince-anime-guys-6695445-966-823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="823" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6600000/The-Prince-anime-guys-6695445-966-823.jpg" width="966" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I have chose to not speak to Isaiah for a month to calm things down with his girlfriend and to get shit straight in my life. However, because our anniversary was coming up, I spoke to him once to be nice because I thought I should be nice and celebrate with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6600000/The-Prince-anime-guys-6695445-966-823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3636/3540280873_184b3ba7a8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3636/3540280873_184b3ba7a8.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darkness&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is trying his best to win me back because he wants to try us again. Good Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_01kJT_-mTt8/Sk7b8ei0pkI/AAAAAAAABac/dBcdkf0BgJM/s400/emo-boy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_01kJT_-mTt8/Sk7b8ei0pkI/AAAAAAAABac/dBcdkf0BgJM/s400/emo-boy.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bestie&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Bestie is also trying to win my heart and have me as his own. Good luck to you bestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c.wrzuta.pl/wi19580/58c0984e0014c084492ae425/0/anime%25252520boy%2525255E%2525255E" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://c.wrzuta.pl/wi19580/58c0984e0014c084492ae425/0/anime%25252520boy%2525255E%2525255E" width="368" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I say good luck? Because I don't want to rush into a realtionship right now but if they can convice me otherwise then who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-1479521924326209132?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/1479521924326209132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=1479521924326209132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1479521924326209132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1479521924326209132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/updates-on-my-life.html' title='Updates on my life'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3636/3540280873_184b3ba7a8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8708789241984358603</id><published>2011-03-18T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:56:07.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Janet Jackson ft. Missy Elliott - Son Of A Gun</title><content type='html'>I bet you think this song is about you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b3fpbsr6kUo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8708789241984358603?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8708789241984358603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8708789241984358603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8708789241984358603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8708789241984358603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/janet-jackson-ft-missy-elliott-son-of.html' title='Janet Jackson ft. Missy Elliott - Son Of A Gun'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b3fpbsr6kUo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-3384682066377739378</id><published>2011-03-18T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:50:04.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fefe Dobson - Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lXrFBsYKrgE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-3384682066377739378?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/3384682066377739378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=3384682066377739378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3384682066377739378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3384682066377739378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/fefe-dobson-ghost.html' title='Fefe Dobson - 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Pain'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ud4HuAzHEUc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-3935194530722872105</id><published>2011-03-18T06:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T06:46:07.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You</title><content type='html'>No, this isn't about Jun or Darkness,or Joe, or Hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d8ekz_CSBVg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-3935194530722872105?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/3935194530722872105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=3935194530722872105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3935194530722872105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3935194530722872105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/three-days-grace-i-hate-everything.html' title='Three Days Grace - I Hate Everything About You'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d8ekz_CSBVg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-595984829463389485</id><published>2011-03-11T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T14:26:24.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>私はあなたがとてもを利用しています</title><content type='html'>Jun dumped me. Not only did he dumped me but he was cheating on me. I know wow right? What kind of bullshit is that? But whatever. He can kiss my ass with his crippled self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be much more angry than this but I can't be angry. He made it all better. Whenever I do fall, he catches me. Even when I don't expect him to. He's right there. I can fall and feel like "this time, I'm going to shatter." But I can never fall or crack or break because he's my net. My strong net that's always there even when someone else picks me up. He always there, just in case others let me slip. I thank you so much mi amor. I'm so glad that I have you there. As strange as people might think this is, I simply adore everything about you! Most of you are probably lost and wondering who I'm talking about. That's an easy question to answer. I-S-A-I-A-H. Even though we argue and bicker and fight, I know that he loves me so much. I know he cares and wants to see me happy. I guess you can say that this blog post is a shout out/thank you to Isaiah for picking me up when I fell. I can't wait till you come see me. Hurry your butt up already lol just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway..... Thank You Isaiah, for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs31/300W/f/2008/206/f/a/Anime_Couple_by_Cloudkitty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="414" src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs31/300W/f/2008/206/f/a/Anime_Couple_by_Cloudkitty.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm already in love with you, I believe that this is the perfect song to go with this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I COULD FALL&lt;br /&gt;By: SELENA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could lose my heart tonight&lt;br /&gt;If you don't turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the way I feel I might&lt;br /&gt;Lose control and let you stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I could take you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And never let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only wonder how&lt;br /&gt;Touching you would make me feel&lt;br /&gt;But if I take that chance right now&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will you want me still?&lt;br /&gt;So I should keep this to myself&lt;br /&gt;And never let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's not right&lt;br /&gt;[. From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/s/selena-lyrics/i-could-fall-in-love-lyrics.html .]&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I should try to do what I should do&lt;br /&gt;But I could fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre estoy soñando en ti&lt;br /&gt;Besandos mis labios, acariciando mi piel&lt;br /&gt;Abrazandome con ansias locas&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando que me amas&lt;br /&gt;Cómo yo podria amarte a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should keep this to myself&lt;br /&gt;And never let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love&lt;br /&gt;I could fall in love&lt;br /&gt;With you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;If you can figure this out, then post me a comment what it says and I'll owe you BIG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; イザヤは私ので、気多くのあなたについてのすべてのものを崇拝する。私がこの記事を書きながら笑って停止することはできません。にもかかわらず、今私たちが一緒にされていない、私はいつでもあなたは私のすべてです覚えておいて欲しい。&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-595984829463389485?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/595984829463389485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=595984829463389485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/595984829463389485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/595984829463389485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='私はあなたがとてもを利用しています'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8625481805055746258</id><published>2011-03-08T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:26:16.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers to Your Questions</title><content type='html'>Q: Is Your Real Name Nebula?&lt;br /&gt;A:Um, No its not. It's really like a nickname that I gave myself when I started dressing in Lolita which is a popular fashion in Japan. Also I just really LOVE that name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Are All The Characters In Your Blog Real?&lt;br /&gt;A:Yes, they are real people. So are the events that happen in the blog. None of this stuff is made up. This is my real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Which Relationship Was Your Best One In Your Opinion? Love Wise And Sex Wise? &lt;br /&gt;A:Um, let's see, love wise I really liked my first shot with Isaiah because it was in my opinion the best I ever had that I was truly really happy. Sex wise.... I would say its a tie between Isaiah and Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:If You Can Change One Thing In Your Past, What Would It Be And Why?&lt;br /&gt;A:I would change nothing because everything that has happened to me or because of me has made me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send Me More! This was fun. Thank you to angle/shawn,joshua_6''7'', Anonymous, and Amy for your questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8625481805055746258?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8625481805055746258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8625481805055746258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8625481805055746258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8625481805055746258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/answers-to-your-questions.html' title='Answers to Your Questions'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-7587610102517551822</id><published>2011-03-05T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T14:19:41.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Women Really Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I1jN3MT8wZE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-7587610102517551822?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/7587610102517551822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=7587610102517551822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7587610102517551822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7587610102517551822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-women-really-want.html' title='What Women Really Want'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I1jN3MT8wZE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-1087396937017454320</id><published>2011-03-04T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T23:32:57.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Away, Honest Play</title><content type='html'>Let's play a game....&lt;br /&gt;leave me a question and I'll answer honestly. Ask anything at all. Just leave it in the comment space and I'll reply no matter what it is or who its from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-1087396937017454320?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/1087396937017454320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=1087396937017454320' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1087396937017454320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1087396937017454320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/ask-away-honest-play.html' title='Ask Away, Honest Play'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-4229015133081083237</id><published>2011-03-04T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T20:58:22.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mint Condition - If You Love Me</title><content type='html'>Love this song to death&lt;br /&gt;it truly says all the words my heart feels. I Love You Mi Amor &lt;3&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uG8k41iH0mI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-4229015133081083237?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/4229015133081083237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=4229015133081083237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/4229015133081083237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/4229015133081083237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/mint-condition-if-you-love-me.html' title='Mint Condition - If You Love Me'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uG8k41iH0mI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8796261030994937242</id><published>2011-03-02T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:58:52.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Thinking About You</title><content type='html'>So my mom decided that I couldn't take my phone with me to school today because it was not fully charged when she got home. Really? What can of bullshit reason is that. SMH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well things for me have been quite hard to swallow. I look around my room and I start to think about everything that happened last year and I wonder just how much I've grown and how much I've changed. Maybe that's why so many people have left me because of the changes I have decided to make for myself. I'm not a little girl anymore. I can't do the things that little girls do. I'm a 17 year old woman who has a boyfriend and yet has so much unsolved issues with my ex that I wish I could just solve already so I can smile more often. Its funny because I wanted things to work out but they didn't. Looking back, I'm trying to understand was it my fault or was it his fault that things ended up they way they did. Or are we both to blame. My mom and Darkness believe that we are no good for each other. That I'm better off without him and that we were never meant to be. So why do I &lt;strike&gt;have hard time believing that?&lt;/strike&gt; No, not a hard time but I don't believe that's true. My heart isn't giving me the vibe that they are trying to preach to me. I don't feel that it can't work out. I just don't know WHY it didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that comes to my mind no matter what I'm doing or who I'm with is: I still love you to the point that I wanted to REALLY works things out...so why didn't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8796261030994937242?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8796261030994937242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8796261030994937242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8796261030994937242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8796261030994937242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/been-thinking-about-you.html' title='Been Thinking About You'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8859523640685911301</id><published>2011-03-01T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:33:54.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvin Gaye - I Want You</title><content type='html'>A true love song. Gotta love Marvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qWwHN3V8cYU?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8859523640685911301?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8859523640685911301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8859523640685911301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8859523640685911301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8859523640685911301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/03/marvin-gaye-i-want-you.html' title='Marvin Gaye - I Want You'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qWwHN3V8cYU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-7052188782005386016</id><published>2011-02-27T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:43:13.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope This Message Finds You Well...</title><content type='html'>I guess it's easy to see that the people who have really gotten to know me, can see through me like glass. I can't quite understand why I hide how I really feel from those who I know will just see through my lies. But then again, I have learned that if I let certain people see how I feel, then it's just putting my heart on my sleeve. I mean would you open your arms and leave your chest open when someone is trying to shoot you? I try to hide myself away from you because I don't want you to know just how much I'm hurting. If I let this pain take control of my life, then I won't be able to live this life that my parents worked so hard to give me. I was given this second chance &lt;strike&gt;to find someone to love me and treasure everything I am.&lt;/strike&gt; No I was given this chance because there's something that I was meant to do. I wasn't meant to die then if though I wanted to. I want you to be happy and smile everyday even if I can't be the one to make that happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I think you caught me in a moment. But I guess when you've been in the situation that I'm in, you might have these horribly beautiful flashbacks to once was, all the loving moments where you were both happy and adored every single day that you each shared together. But then you see the pain, all the pain that you felt, that he felt. And it washes over the good and takes a hold of you and drags you down if you let it. Pain, playing the role of an eraser, trying to erase the good that you both created together. But if you let it erase everything, then you'll lose apart of you. But of course that's not always the case. You can hold on to everything that was good and bad even after you both went your own different ways to watch each other happy with other people. To everyone else, you smile and say "I'm happy for them" but when your alone, you feel that pain rush though you. You can try to hold it in for as long as you can so no one sees how badly it's truly affecting you. Only you know that it's killing you, it's hurting you, tearing you apart with every chance you have to face it. Sure you can hide your tears away from them and other people but secretly you wonder if the one who once held you close can see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel almost like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LTdm4Jlqrr0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are those days when you feel this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cE-bnWqLqxE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you do try to move on to a new relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh8Nt45gESGoDkV0U6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh8Nt45gESGoDkV0U6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kciTz1uNcWw/TWrfs_dhbSI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BP4w13H7Dtw/s1600/0b2168406521b0_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kciTz1uNcWw/TWrfs_dhbSI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BP4w13H7Dtw/s320/0b2168406521b0_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfZFGcW61FY/TWrgRIyqRtI/AAAAAAAAAVU/07oi-03gyrE/s1600/7a6554d907d8c0_full.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KfZFGcW61FY/TWrgRIyqRtI/AAAAAAAAAVU/07oi-03gyrE/s320/7a6554d907d8c0_full.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJVFJ625IhQ/TWrg6saRysI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GOEadchqOGg/s1600/MinitokyoBokuraGaItaScans_350610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="313" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JJVFJ625IhQ/TWrg6saRysI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GOEadchqOGg/s320/MinitokyoBokuraGaItaScans_350610.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't be too sure about the last one...but it's a guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-7052188782005386016?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/7052188782005386016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=7052188782005386016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7052188782005386016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7052188782005386016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-hope-this-message-finds-you-well.html' title='I Hope This Message Finds You Well...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LTdm4Jlqrr0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-3216822915366565054</id><published>2011-02-25T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:04:02.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Darkness/Grandma</title><content type='html'>So today is Darkness's 18 birthday. Happy Birthday sweetie, I hope you enjoy it. It's also my grandmother's birthday. Happy birthday grandma! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from Isaiah since last night after voicing my thoughts to him. My friends have told me that I was setting him straight but I just think I was telling him what most have failed to. I wasn't being cruel at all, I just thought that he needed to have a lil bit of tough love in his diet. I hope that what I said sticks. I do want him to be happy and I do want to help him out. This is how those who love me help me understand what my true issues are. And though it hurt me to hear them say such things, they were true. I'm glad that they were honest with me as I would be honest with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a pretty quite day. A cuddling day as Jun would put it. A day when you should get cozy and have a nice dinner. So that's exactly what I'm going to do. Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-3216822915366565054?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/3216822915366565054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=3216822915366565054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3216822915366565054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3216822915366565054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-darknessgrandma.html' title='Happy Birthday Darkness/Grandma'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-3556368073843263182</id><published>2011-02-23T03:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T03:45:13.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hula Song</title><content type='html'>What always makes me laugh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OBE_T-K8nhY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-3556368073843263182?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/3556368073843263182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=3556368073843263182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3556368073843263182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3556368073843263182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/02/hula-song.html' title='The Hula Song'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OBE_T-K8nhY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-5758411296105089082</id><published>2011-02-21T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T01:28:47.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget You</title><content type='html'>Because I'll love you forever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a4dSEyaT6R8?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-5758411296105089082?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Which surprises me so much because we have only known each other for about 2 years. Yet there is no doubt that he can but a smile on my face. I love mt bestie so much. Even though he is deeply in love with me and dating someone else, he is always the person I run to when everything falls apart. I love you bestie &lt;3Jun always comes through no matter what the situation is. I loving being in his arms and feeling his love for me. His love makes me world feel a little better with ever chance I get to feel it. Being with him...it's like...hmm... it feel like falling in love the first time only I have been hurt so much and I have experienced so much pain so I'm so afraid that he'll hurt me too and I put my guard up so fast. But then he just holds my hand, pulls me close, and holds me close and kisses me. Or sometimes he won't even kiss me. He'll hold me and stroke my face and that's it. And then my guard goes down because he sends me this signal through his heart to my heart that tells me he loves me and he won't hurt me. And I let my myself melt into him and trust that he will be good to me. I really hope nothing goes wrong with this relationship. I can't....handle with anymore... never &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2453/4046785839_69ebbdda46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="467" width="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2453/4046785839_69ebbdda46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VxogGpxtgOM?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-3664897058531435913?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/3664897058531435913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=3664897058531435913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3664897058531435913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3664897058531435913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/02/first-love-all-over-again.html' title='First Love All Over Again'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2453/4046785839_69ebbdda46_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-7836832515703779535</id><published>2011-02-18T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:51:57.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOTSTREETS She's A Sleep Machine- Special Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WKoC5inXSl8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-7836832515703779535?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/7836832515703779535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=7836832515703779535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7836832515703779535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7836832515703779535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/02/hotstreets-shes-sleep-machine-special.html' title='HOTSTREETS She&apos;s A Sleep Machine- Special Dedication'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WKoC5inXSl8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-5852208219779828440</id><published>2011-02-18T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T19:41:10.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Panic! At The Disco: The Ballad Of Mona Lisa [OFFICIAL VIDEO]</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gOgpdp3lP8M?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-5852208219779828440?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/5852208219779828440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=5852208219779828440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5852208219779828440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5852208219779828440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/02/panic-at-disco-ballad-of-mona-lisa.html' title='Panic! At The Disco: The Ballad Of Mona Lisa [OFFICIAL VIDEO]'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gOgpdp3lP8M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-3839703436586456871</id><published>2011-02-18T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T14:43:08.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Calm Myself By Singing To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hey over there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please forgive me &lt;br /&gt;If I'm coming on too strong &lt;br /&gt;Hate to stare &lt;br /&gt;But you're winning &lt;br /&gt;And they're playing my favorite song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come here &lt;br /&gt;'Little closer &lt;br /&gt;Wanna whisper in your ear &lt;br /&gt;Make it clear &lt;br /&gt;Little question &lt;br /&gt;Wanna know just how you feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said my heart was beating loud &lt;br /&gt;If we could escape the crowd somehow &lt;br /&gt;If I said I want your body now &lt;br /&gt;Would you hold it against me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you feel like paradise &lt;br /&gt;And I need a vacation tonight &lt;br /&gt;So if I said I want your body now &lt;br /&gt;Would you hold it against me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you might think &lt;br /&gt;That I'm crazy &lt;br /&gt;But you know I'm just your type &lt;br /&gt;I might be 'little hazy &lt;br /&gt;But you just cannot deny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a spark in between us &lt;br /&gt;When we're dancing on the floor &lt;br /&gt;I want more &lt;br /&gt;Wanna see it &lt;br /&gt;So I'm asking you tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said my heart was beating loud &lt;br /&gt;If we could escape the crowd somehow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said I want your body now &lt;br /&gt;Would you hold it against me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you feel like paradise &lt;br /&gt;And I need a vacation tonight &lt;br /&gt;So if I said I want your body now &lt;br /&gt;Would you hold it against me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Spoken] &lt;br /&gt;If I said I want your body &lt;br /&gt;Would you hold It against me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah) (Uh huh) (Oh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme something good &lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait I want It now (na-na-now) &lt;br /&gt;Pop It like a hood &lt;br /&gt;And show me how you work It out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alright) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said my heart was beating loud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said I want your body now &lt;br /&gt;Would you hold it against me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said my heart was beating loud &lt;br /&gt;If we could escape the crowd somehow &lt;br /&gt;If I said I want your body now &lt;br /&gt;Would you hold it against me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you feel like paradise &lt;br /&gt;And I need a vacation tonight &lt;br /&gt;So if I said I want your body now &lt;br /&gt;Would you hold it against me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="https://l5djaa.bay.livefilestore.com/y1mh2_NFGgL_MHjjARIPwZOz3U3Ei2rwDZ3lPMZYTFT7EuUI8zkwMMua8sSzBqKaYEyWvTy-EgMSNMc8BAuybbNpkfJIvr_JfXDgu_w3WFRQ4ZaF9dTgg-wlw3CK0ivYt0vPjJNDiPbQas/Anime.Headphones.46671%5B8%5D.jpg" height="250" src="https://l5djaa.bay.livefilestore.com/y1mh2_NFGgL_MHjjARIPwZOz3U3Ei2rwDZ3lPMZYTFT7EuUI8zkwMMua8sSzBqKaYEyWvTy-EgMSNMc8BAuybbNpkfJIvr_JfXDgu_w3WFRQ4ZaF9dTgg-wlw3CK0ivYt0vPjJNDiPbQas/Anime.Headphones.46671%5B8%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-3839703436586456871?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/3839703436586456871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=3839703436586456871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3839703436586456871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3839703436586456871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/02/trying-to-calm-myself-by-singing-to-you.html' title='Trying to Calm Myself By Singing To You'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6324794482334080950</id><published>2011-02-17T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T12:33:17.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Release....</title><content type='html'>Ugh, so many things to do and so little time. My brother is being an asshole for like no reason. I can't believe he had the nerve to ask my mother about the accident money that they received when my brother got ran over by that van about 13 years ago. My mother used that money so we could move down here and then we used some of the money to do whatever my brother wanted and he spent it on god knows what. I mean I don't remember I was fucking 4 years old in the first grade.&amp;nbsp; He believes that somebody owes him something. Does he not realize that he is 21 years old who need to get a fucking job and hold down the fucking job and deal with reality. You're not a baby anymore. You do not need to be spoon fed. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;STOP BEING A FUCKING ASSHOLE AND GROW THE FUCK UP!&lt;/span&gt; And my mother and father were considering giving him a second chance and letting back into our house? &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HELL FUCKING NO! IT'S MY HOUSE AND THAT BUM ASS ASSHOLE DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE ALLOWED INTO MY HOUSE AFTER ALL THE FUCKING SHIT HE PUT ME AND MY MOTHER THROUGH. I HAVE CONFLICT WITH MY MOTHER BUT I HAVE ENOUGH DAMN RESPECT TO NOT CALL HER A BITCH AND A WHORE ON MYSPACE OR FACEBOOK OR ANYWHERE. THAT'S MY MOTHER AND DESPITE ALL THE CRAP SHE PUTS ME THROUGH, I LOVE HER. HOW DARE HE EVEN TALK TO OUR MOTHER THAT WAY! AND IF HE REALLY WANTS TO THREATEN HIS LIFE TO MAKE US GIVE HIM SYMPATHY, HE CAN JUST ROT IN&lt;/span&gt;-.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....*sigh*.... He can't come home. Not while I'm still there. He can't. I won't allow him to. He comes home, I'm locking myself into my room and I'm not coming out unless I have to. I will always love my brother, but I-I just can't...deal with him anymore. I can't watch my mother go through it anymore. I can't see her cry. I don't want to cry anymore. I don't need the stress and the pain....I've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I need right now, is to just...get away....far far far away. Where's theirs peace and clean water...and pizza...and love. Honest, true and strong love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U809mYJ2nTg/TEbOOO809ZI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/JxcMXpEl3oc/s1600/d90dd177ab9f3adf52879cf556849aaa.jpg" height="280" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U809mYJ2nTg/TEbOOO809ZI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/JxcMXpEl3oc/s400/d90dd177ab9f3adf52879cf556849aaa.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I need is someone to&amp;nbsp; hold me&amp;nbsp; and make me smile... &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6324794482334080950?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6324794482334080950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6324794482334080950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6324794482334080950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6324794482334080950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/02/release.html' title='Release....'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U809mYJ2nTg/TEbOOO809ZI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/JxcMXpEl3oc/s72-c/d90dd177ab9f3adf52879cf556849aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-2329701108026885029</id><published>2011-02-15T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:39:39.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*walks in Prince Charming*</title><content type='html'>Isaiah and I are no longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know. Sucks. But there's really nothing I can do about it. He's moved on...I've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have never told you guys about my Prince Charming know have I? He's name is Jun and he is soo sweet. I adore him so much. He's a professional card player an seller (yu-gi-oh) and he loves pokemon. He's favorite one is....well I don't know how to spell it's name...but I do know that it's a monkey lol.&lt;br /&gt;Know before you say anything, he's 18 going on 19. I met him in his stomping grounds and well we hit it off. He doesn't know that I mentioned him in this bog just yet but he does know how dedicated I am to it. Jun is a Gemini so he can have he's moments where he can switch up his mood a while, but he has a gentle heart. Maybe I can find some information on Gemini's that will give you a better understanding of Jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;A Gemini male has a dual nature, which can get extended to three-four         different personalities too. His typical personality traits include         friendliness, love for people and getting along with almost everyone. He         can talk on any topic under the sun, is an excellent conversationalist         and has a witty nature. More often than not, he becomes the life of a         party. Are you are thinking of dating him after seeing him at one of         these parties? Go ahead, what he displayed at the party was his true         self, but then, don't forget that he has three-four other identities         also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he may bring you flowers, candies and cards without any         occasion. The very next, he may not meet you even after confirming the         meeting just an hour back. Two days after that, he may turn into your         worst critic. Then, suddenly he will be the same guy he was on the first         day. You will be treated like a queen and start feeling like one too.         Then, one day, he will suddenly propose you and you will forget all that         happened in the past and say 'Yes'! Now comes the main part, when you         have to live with a walking-talking enigma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in love with a Gemini guy, forget terms like stability,         security and consistency. In case you are extremely sensitive, it is         better to move away now. However, if you can digest his quirkiness         without complaining, you will be leading a life full of surprises and at         times, shocks. You will be waking up with a different man each day (not         literally!), though the change may be for the better. Just stay a little         distant from him; too much closeness makes him nervous. Gemini men have         a personal side, which they will never share with anyone, not even with         their lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to extinguish the flame between both of you is to bring         monotony and boredom into your relationship. He will run away. He loves,         in fact needs, change. Just be as curious and as interested in life, and         its different aspects, as he is. He wants a female who can catch up with         him mentally. A Gemini man will never mind if you defeat him at his mind         games every now and then, in fact he will be thrilled at getting an         intelligent partner-cum-competitor. He is not an egoist and will want         you to express your intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman with brains turns him on. Geminis tend to move over old friends         and make new ones, but that's because their personality changes so         frequently that people find it difficult to cope up with them. They love         people and loneliness disturbs them. To win the heart of a Gemini male,         just assure him that you are the one who will always be near him, but         won't get too close to him or lean on him. He will gladly take you with         him and let you see all that he sees. He is usually generous with money,         but may turn stingy at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, his basic nature includes a sharing attitude, in case of         money, knowledge, happiness and almost everything. A Gemini man is too         idealistic to indulge in adultery and loyalty is something you will not         have to worry about. However, he may throw admiring glances at the hot         babes on the beach. Just don't doubt him; it may trigger him to do         something he didn't even think of doing before. You may try as much as         you can to hide your suspicions from him, but he will be able to guess         and that would make him miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Gemini guy loves an audience, whether it comprises of males or         females. However, it will never go beyond that, unless of course you         doubt him. Just like he has male friends, he will have female friends         too. It is better if you make them your friends too. Don't try to bind         Gemini men too much and let them have their independence and freedom. In         return, they will do the same for you. They make excellent fathers, who         are more like buddies to their children. A Gemini man will cuddle them         with love, compete with them like a friend and protect them like a         father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you will have to take over the responsibility of disciplining         them. A Gemini male is not prone to jealousy and he will never be         extremely possessive. He will trust you as much as he expects you to         trust him. He may lack passion, but he will be full of romance. Just         hear the same music he hears and see the same dreams he sees. Is he         running? Try to catch up with him. If you get tired on the way, don't         worry. He will stop for you, hold your hand and build up your strength         to run with him again!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's him to a "T&lt;i&gt;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img alt="http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/503619-bigthumbnail.jpg" src="http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/503619-bigthumbnail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-2329701108026885029?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/2329701108026885029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=2329701108026885029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2329701108026885029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2329701108026885029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/02/walks-in-prince-charming.html' title='*walks in Prince Charming*'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8941877213722813008</id><published>2011-02-04T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T14:42:22.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Blog Entry for a Decent Friday</title><content type='html'>My friends are so strange. Here we are discussing about how this play, "The Glass Menagerie" is going to help us out in the future. It's really weird because the whole arguement makes no sense. Lmafo CJ is hilarous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.academy-florists.com/images/shop/thumbnails%5CBrilliantly_colorful_birds_of_paradise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.academy-florists.com/images/shop/thumbnails%5CBrilliantly_colorful_birds_of_paradise.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just realized that I really like the flower Birds Of Paradise. It's a really pretty plant. I mean it's expensive but it is a very vibrant plant that is full of color.&amp;nbsp; Itsn't it beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Music Class Segment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1:Isaiah&lt;br /&gt;Rolling In The Deep lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch &lt;br /&gt;And it's bring me out the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can see you crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare.&lt;br /&gt;See how I'll leave, with every piece of you&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate the things that I will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch &lt;br /&gt;And it's bring me out the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, remind me of us.&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I have no story to be told&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard one of you &lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna make your head burn,&lt;br /&gt;Think of me in the depths of your despair&lt;br /&gt;Making a home down there as mine sure won't be shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, remind you of us.&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all&lt;br /&gt;[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/a/adele-lyrics/rolling-in-the-deep-lyrics.html ]&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love, they leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand&lt;br /&gt;But you played it with a beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw your soul through every open door&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings to find what you look for&lt;br /&gt;Turn my sorrow into treasured gold&lt;br /&gt;You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wish you never gonna miss you)&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all &lt;br /&gt;(I wish you never gonna miss you)&lt;br /&gt;It all(3 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand&lt;br /&gt;And you played it to the beat&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside your hand&lt;br /&gt;But you played it,&lt;br /&gt;You played it,&lt;br /&gt;You played it'&lt;br /&gt;You played it to the beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2: Darkness&lt;br /&gt;O.N.E. Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;One's not enough&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop 'til I've given you up&lt;br /&gt;Here, right as I am, it's hard having fun&lt;br /&gt;It's much easier said than it's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like before&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;Control me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;You don't move me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad that you don't&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't have you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;You don't move me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad that you don't&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room's still now when I'm lying&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the wet of the night has gone dry&lt;br /&gt;When they ask to behave I pay them no mind&lt;br /&gt;Now I doubt if I'd have been so kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like before&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;Control me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;You don't move me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad that you don't&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't have you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;You don't move me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad that you don't&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like before&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like before&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like before&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;Control me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;Control me like you used to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;You don't move me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad that you don't&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't have you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;You don't move me anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad that you don't&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought you should know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you please stop feeling, tranquilize&lt;br /&gt;I know the separation kills the soul&lt;br /&gt;But I won't stop falling like raindrops&lt;br /&gt;Because I like it when you lose control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 3: My Crew&lt;br /&gt;Just Kait Sick Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand what we're talkin 'bout&lt;br /&gt;We don't play by the rules we just make 'em up&lt;br /&gt;And we don't have to take, take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;What you think, what you say, we just tune it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we don't care if we cause a commotion, yeah&lt;br /&gt;We're just living our lives in fast motion&lt;br /&gt;Because it's just how we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re sick, we’re bad, we’re ill, we’re mad &lt;br /&gt;We’re wicked crazy, yeah we’re all that &lt;br /&gt;We’re stupid, we’re nuts, we'll never give up &lt;br /&gt;We’re so ridiculous, yeah we’re all that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we have is time and all of it's blur &lt;br /&gt;Gonna run through the streets, gonna stop the world &lt;br /&gt;Got nowhere to go but everything to do &lt;br /&gt;don't you look cuz you know you will want it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we don't care if we cause a commotion, yeah &lt;br /&gt;We’re just living our lives in fast motion &lt;br /&gt;Because it's just how we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re sick, we’re bad, we’re ill, we’re mad &lt;br /&gt;[ Find more Lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.org/XgXl ]&lt;br /&gt;We’re wicked crazy, yeah we’re all that &lt;br /&gt;We’re stupid, we’re nuts, we'll never give up &lt;br /&gt;We’re so ridiculous, yeah we’re all that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we’re not here to hurt no one &lt;br /&gt;This is our time and we’ll have fun &lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna make things happen &lt;br /&gt;That you never could imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we’re not here to hurt no one &lt;br /&gt;This is our time and we’ll have fun &lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna make things happen &lt;br /&gt;That you never could imagine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re sick, we’re bad, we’re ill, we’re mad &lt;br /&gt;We’re wicked crazy, yeah we’re all that &lt;br /&gt;We’re stupid, we’re nuts, we'll never give up &lt;br /&gt;We’re so ridiculous, yeah we’re all that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re sick, we’re bad, we’re ill, we’re mad &lt;br /&gt;We’re wicked crazy, yeah we’re all that &lt;br /&gt;We’re stupid, we’re nuts, we'll never give up &lt;br /&gt;We’re so ridiculous, yeah we’re all that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we’re all that &lt;br /&gt;Yeah we’re all that &lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we’re all that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re all that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8941877213722813008?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8941877213722813008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8941877213722813008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8941877213722813008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8941877213722813008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-blog-entry-for-decent-friday.html' title='Random Blog Entry for a Decent Friday'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-729241889663960673</id><published>2011-02-01T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:44:46.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Isaiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="300" id="il_fi" src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs26/300W/f/2008/144/4/e/4ee5c1bb3c77b0af0338f70cbeb843bb.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="218" id="il_fi" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSnoE8gwHDeO8_otdmVMuGhu1RkH-4Hj7Vsd1r1BMo1rX5h-Bmk3A&amp;amp;t=1" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="188" id="il_fi" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRRu0OdAlWTm938mwCmSOGhU55H0aQuUhFPbFJY2W7GctAVCTFA&amp;amp;t=1" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-729241889663960673?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/729241889663960673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=729241889663960673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/729241889663960673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/729241889663960673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday-isaiah.html' title='Happy Birthday Isaiah'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6301965384603581319</id><published>2010-12-23T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T12:41:41.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Santa Gift And Love Poem</title><content type='html'>MANNY IS SOOO AWESOME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got me this wonder, beautiful, amazing Lucky Star poster for secret santa. I cried when I saw because I was NOT exspecting him to be my secret santa and to buy such a beautiful poster. Like I LOVE HIM for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="prod_image_selector" height="400" id="prodImage" onclick="if(1 ){ async_openImmersiveView(event);} else {openImmersiveView(event);}" onload="if (typeof uet == 'function') { uet('af'); }" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51VBuuSTVjL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the poster looks like. I love it so much !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random love poem...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ghost Heart Reflection&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by n3bu!@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can I love thee?&lt;br /&gt;Let me count the ways&lt;br /&gt;I can give thee all my heart &lt;br /&gt;And pray that you won’t give it away&lt;br /&gt;I can protect thee&lt;br /&gt;With all my power and strength&lt;br /&gt;Wrap you into my arms&lt;br /&gt;And never let thee go&lt;br /&gt;Let all the sorrow you have inside you&lt;br /&gt;Flow out of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to let me see you cry&lt;br /&gt;How can I love thee?&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ways&lt;br /&gt;But I know, deep inside, you won’t love me the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://funkymic.com/christmas_lucky_star.jpg" height="239" src="http://funkymic.com/christmas_lucky_star.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6301965384603581319?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6301965384603581319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6301965384603581319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6301965384603581319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6301965384603581319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/12/secret-santa-gift-and-love-poem.html' title='Secret Santa Gift And Love Poem'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-1753537388956553520</id><published>2010-12-15T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:47:32.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Of My Favorite Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; By the time you swear you're his,&lt;br /&gt;Shivering and sighing,&lt;br /&gt;And he vows his passion is&lt;br /&gt;Infinite, undying - &lt;br /&gt;Lady, make a note of this:&lt;br /&gt;One of you is lying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://schools.mukilteo.wednet.edu/ma/library/images/poetry%20magnetic%20pieces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://schools.mukilteo.wednet.edu/ma/library/images/poetry%20magnetic%20pieces.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Dorothy Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;td height="90" valign="MIDDLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www3.amherst.edu/%7Erjyanco94/literature/elizabethbarrettbrowning/menu.html" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  Elizabeth Barrett Browning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;1806-1861)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="TOP"&gt;How do I love thee? Let me count  the ways.&lt;br /&gt;I love thee to the depth and  breadth and height&lt;br /&gt;My soul can reach, when feeling  out of sight&lt;br /&gt;For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.&lt;br /&gt;I love thee to the level of everyday's&lt;br /&gt;Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.&lt;br /&gt;I love thee freely, as men strive  for Right;&lt;br /&gt;I love thee purely, as they turn  from Praise.&lt;br /&gt;I love thee with a passion put to use&lt;br /&gt;In my old griefs, and with my  childhood's faith.&lt;br /&gt;I love thee with a love I seemed  to lose&lt;br /&gt;With my lost saints, --- I  love thee with the breath,&lt;br /&gt;Smiles, tears, of all my life!  --- and, if God choose,&lt;br /&gt;I shall but love thee better  after death.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Annabel Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;    It was many and many a year ago,&lt;br /&gt;          In a kingdom by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;    That a maiden there lived whom you may know&lt;br /&gt;          By the name of ANNABEL LEE;&lt;br /&gt;    And this maiden she lived with no other thought&lt;br /&gt;          Than to love and be loved by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was a child and she was a child,&lt;br /&gt;          In this kingdom by the sea;&lt;br /&gt;    But we loved with a love that was more than love-&lt;br /&gt;          I and my Annabel Lee;&lt;br /&gt;    With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven&lt;br /&gt;          Coveted her and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And this was the reason that, long ago,&lt;br /&gt;          In this kingdom by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;    A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling&lt;br /&gt;          My beautiful Annabel Lee;&lt;br /&gt;    So that her highborn kinsman came&lt;br /&gt;          And bore her away from me,&lt;br /&gt;    To shut her up in a sepulchre&lt;br /&gt;          In this kingdom by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The angels, not half so happy in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;          Went envying her and me-&lt;br /&gt;    Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,&lt;br /&gt;          In this kingdom by the sea)&lt;br /&gt;    That the wind came out of the cloud by night,&lt;br /&gt;          Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    But our love it was stronger by far than the love&lt;br /&gt;          Of those who were older than we-&lt;br /&gt;          Of many far wiser than we-&lt;br /&gt;    And neither the angels in heaven above,&lt;br /&gt;          Nor the demons down under the sea,&lt;br /&gt;    Can ever dissever my soul from the soul&lt;br /&gt;          Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams&lt;br /&gt;          Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;&lt;br /&gt;    And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;          Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;&lt;br /&gt;    And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side&lt;br /&gt;    Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,&lt;br /&gt;          In the sepulchre there by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;          In her tomb by the sounding sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Edgar Allen Poe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Silence the pianos and with muffled drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; He was my North, my South, my East and West,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; My working week and my Sunday rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-weight: normal;"&gt; For nothing now can ever come to any good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                            &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -W. H. Auden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-1753537388956553520?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/1753537388956553520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=1753537388956553520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1753537388956553520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1753537388956553520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/12/some-of-my-favorite-poems.html' title='Some Of My Favorite Poems'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-1728977630016305328</id><published>2010-12-07T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:41:09.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts And Rants</title><content type='html'>Ugh the people in my school are so rude. So I freaked out while reading my damn project and these idiots are fucking recording it! Like what the hell! Have none of you got nervous before?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Isaiah and I made up. We are still together and are planning on having a fresh new start. I don't plan on leaving him soon so don't hope for shit Eric. Yeah, I know it was you commenting on my blog. Stay away from my life. I already blocked your old account, don't make me block you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is soon and I feel as if I'm going to be disappointed with the gifts I'm going to get from other family members. My family has yet to sow true Christmas spirit. It's like no one cares about the holiday anymore. Sad. What I really want for Christmas (as play out as it is) is my boyfriend. That and the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sims 3 for the Wii&lt;br /&gt;A necklace&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Professor Layton and the Unwound Future for the DSi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Kindle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A Gift Card For Barnes and Noble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- /firstHeading --&gt;&lt;!-- bodyContent --&gt;             &lt;!-- tagline --&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;....super tired.... I'll write more when I can. Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://jintoobloog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/konata_fanart.jpeg" height="400" src="http://jintoobloog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/konata_fanart.jpeg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-1728977630016305328?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/1728977630016305328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=1728977630016305328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1728977630016305328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1728977630016305328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-thoughts-and-rants.html' title='Random Thoughts And Rants'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-899740226596850757</id><published>2010-12-04T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:59:17.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gernade By Bruno Mars</title><content type='html'>Easy come, easy go&lt;br /&gt;That's just how you live, oh&lt;br /&gt;Take, take, take it all,&lt;br /&gt;But you never give&lt;br /&gt;Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss,                                                                                          Had  your eyes wide open -&lt;br /&gt;Why were they open?&lt;br /&gt;Gave you all I had&lt;br /&gt;And you tossed it in the trash&lt;br /&gt;You tossed it in the trash, you did&lt;br /&gt;To give me all your love is all I ever asked,                                                                                                           Cause what you don't understand is&lt;br /&gt;I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)                                                                                                  Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I would go through all this pain,                                      Take a bullet straight through my brain,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would die for ya baby ;                      But you won't do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;Black, black, black and blue beat me till I'm numb                                                  Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back  to where you're from&lt;br /&gt;Mad woman, bad woman,&lt;br /&gt;That's just what you are, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll  smile in my face then rip the breaks out my car&lt;br /&gt;Gave you all I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you tossed it in the trash&lt;br /&gt;You tossed it in the trash, yes you did&lt;br /&gt;To give me all your love is all I ever asked                                                                                                           Cause what you don't understand is&lt;br /&gt;I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)                                                                                                  Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I would go through all this pain,                                      Take a bullet straight through my brain,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would die for ya baby ;                      But you won't do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my body was on fire, ooh                                                                                                                                          You’ d watch me burn down in flames                                                                                                                        You said you loved me you're a liar                                                                                                                                    Cause you never, ever,  ever did baby...&lt;br /&gt;But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya&lt;br /&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)                                                                                                  Oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I would go through all this pain,                                      Take a bullet straight through my brain,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would die for ya baby ;                      But you won't do the same.&lt;br /&gt;No, you won’t do the same,&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn’t do the same,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you’ll never do the same,&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" id="il_fi" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2010/10/bruno-mars-grenade.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-899740226596850757?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/899740226596850757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=899740226596850757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/899740226596850757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/899740226596850757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/12/gernade-by-bruno-mars.html' title='Gernade By Bruno Mars'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8450372486719258890</id><published>2010-12-04T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:25:07.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning How To Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="luna-Img" src="http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/g/d/dictionary_questionbutton_default.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;Show Spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: block; margin-top: 8px;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;dout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="luna-Img" src="http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/g/d/dictionary_questionbutton_default.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;a alt="Toggle for IPA" class="pronlink" href="" title="Click to show IPA"&gt;Show IPA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt; &lt;div class="pbk" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;–verb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;(used&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;object)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;uncertain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;about;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;consider&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;questionable&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;unlikely;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;hesitate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;believe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;distrust.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;Archaic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;fear;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;apprehensive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;about.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pbk" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;–verb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;(used&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;object)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;uncertain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;something;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;undecided&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;belief.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="pbk" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;–noun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;uncertainty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;truth,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;reality,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;nature&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;something.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/distrust" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;distrust.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;state&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;affairs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;Obsolete&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;fear;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;dread.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sectionLabel" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;—Idioms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;shadow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;doubt,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;certainty;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;definitely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="var"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;Also,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;doubt,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;doubt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;doubt,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;state&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;uncertainty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;suspense:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;appointment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;doubt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;doubt,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Nested"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;a.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;probably.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Nested"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;b.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;certainly:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;doubt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;element&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;say.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;doubt,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="background-color: transparent; color: #3d85c6; cursor: default;"&gt;unquestionably;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I have doubt of the person I truly love the most. That's is unusual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been really shaky with Isaiah and me. Hm...as bad as things have been, I haven't given up on him. And I don't think that I will. No matter how bad of a guy he believes he is. I love him. I try to think of ways to make things less stressful for us both but I'm not sure if I am the right person to do so. I'm not an expert. But hey, I'm doing the best that I know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think about how Isaiah asked me to help him, I hear this song playing in my head. "Teach Me" by Musiq Soulchild. Every lyric is what I want him to say or what I picture him saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; text-align: center;"&gt;[verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;I was told the true definition of a man, was to neva cry,&lt;br /&gt;work till you die (yea), got to provide (yea),&lt;br /&gt;always be the rock for my fam, &lt;br /&gt;protect them by all means and give you the things that you need. baby.&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship is sufferin trynna give you what I neva had&lt;br /&gt;you say I don't know how to love you babe, well I say show me the way,&lt;br /&gt;I keep my feelings deep inside I, shadow them with my pride I, &lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin desperately baby just work with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to love, show me the way to surrender my heart,&lt;br /&gt;girl I'm so lost, teach me how to love, how I can get my emotions involved,&lt;br /&gt;teach me. show me how to love&lt;br /&gt;show me the way to surrender my heart,&lt;br /&gt;girl I'm so lost, teach me how to love, how I can get my emotions involved,&lt;br /&gt;teach me (how to love) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I was always taught to be strong, neva let 'em think you care at all,&lt;br /&gt;let no one get close to me, before you and me. &lt;br /&gt;I done shared things wit you girl bout my past, &lt;br /&gt;(that I'd neva tell), to anyone else (no), just keep it to myself (yea). &lt;br /&gt;Girl I know I lack affection and expressing my feelings, it took me a minute to come and admit this &lt;br /&gt;but see I'm really trynna change now, &lt;br /&gt;wanna love you betta, show me how, I’m tryin desperately baby please work with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to love, show me the way to surrender my heart,&lt;br /&gt;girl I'm so lost, teach me how to love, how I can get my emotions involved,&lt;br /&gt;teach me. show me how to love&lt;br /&gt;show me the way to surrender my heart,&lt;br /&gt;girl I'm so lost, teach me how to love, how I can get my emotions involved,&lt;br /&gt;teach me, teach me (how to love) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nobody eva took the time to try to teach me what love was but you.&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't neva trust no one enough to let 'em tell me what (to do),&lt;br /&gt;teach me how to really show it and, show me how to love you baby, &lt;br /&gt;(teach me please just show me yea) cause I’m willing, to let go of my fears, &lt;br /&gt;girl I’m serious, about all that I say &lt;br /&gt;girl I wanna love you (wanna love you), with all of my heart (all of my heart), &lt;br /&gt;baby show me where to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to love, show me the way to surrender my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teach me. show me how to love&lt;br /&gt;show me the way to surrender my heart,&lt;br /&gt;girl I'm so lost, teach me how to love, how I can get my emotions involved,&lt;br /&gt;teach me how, how to love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me, how to love you baby&lt;br /&gt;Girl just teach me how to love you betta&lt;br /&gt;You know I wanna love you betta, girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that's only wishful thinking. What I really hear from him is actually something close to this nature:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;I think you can do much better than me&lt;br /&gt;After all the lies that I made you believe&lt;br /&gt;Guilt kicks in and I start to see&lt;br /&gt;The edge of the bed&lt;br /&gt;Where your nightgown used to be&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I won't miss you&lt;br /&gt;But I remember&lt;br /&gt;What it feels like beside you&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking through your old box of notes&lt;br /&gt;I found those pictures I took&lt;br /&gt;That you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;If there's one memory I don't want to lose&lt;br /&gt;That time at the mall&lt;br /&gt;You and me in the dressing room&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I won't miss you&lt;br /&gt;But I remember&lt;br /&gt;What it feels like beside you&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed I'm lying in is getting colder&lt;br /&gt;Wish I never would've said it's over&lt;br /&gt;And I can't pretend... I won't think about you when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;Cause we never really had our closure&lt;br /&gt;This can't be the end&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;br /&gt;(And I think you should know this)&lt;br /&gt;(You deserve much better than me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He says that I'm not a bad girlfriend. That I should give up like everyone else. Sounds so familiar. But that's what scares me. Someone who is so cocky doesn't believe he is qualified to be with me. Did I give him too much credit? No that can't be. Because he was able to love me before. Did he change? Did I? I mean I have grown up and dealt with more drama then anyone should have to. But this is not how it was suppose to go.*sigh* I bet he's happy I'm miserable. He did wish death on our relationship. He wanted Isaiah to hurt me. He got his wish. Never in my life have I had someone hate me that much to wish bad things on me in revenge for "hurting" him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My only job is to help Isaiah become....better.Or whatever it is that he needs help with. I'm going to be whether he wants me to or not. I mean what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't help my own boyfriend out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv183/Anime_Muzic_Luvr/Anime/Atasadstandstill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sad couple" border="0" class="media" height="320" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv183/Anime_Muzic_Luvr/Anime/Atasadstandstill.jpg" style="height: 400px; width: 500px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8450372486719258890?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8450372486719258890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8450372486719258890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8450372486719258890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8450372486719258890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/12/learning-how-to-love.html' title='Learning How To Love...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv183/Anime_Muzic_Luvr/Anime/th_Atasadstandstill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-7345883003856049942</id><published>2010-11-28T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:02:15.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Otaku Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://gaygamer.net/images/The_world_ends_with_no_one.jpg" src="http://gaygamer.net/images/The_world_ends_with_no_one.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The World Ends With You&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2859418001_bdb7d20d3d.jpg?v=0" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2859418001_bdb7d20d3d.jpg?v=0" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;not realistic but cute&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt149/ckvela/Code_Geass_wallpaper_by_0shane0amy.jpg" height="284" src="http://i606.photobucket.com/albums/tt149/ckvela/Code_Geass_wallpaper_by_0shane0amy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And my favorite otaku... &lt;img alt="http://xspblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/kona_chan.jpg" height="543" src="http://xspblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/kona_chan.jpg" width="361" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-7345883003856049942?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/7345883003856049942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=7345883003856049942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7345883003856049942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7345883003856049942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-favorite-otaku-pictures.html' title='My Favorite Otaku Pictures'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-663224043526879481</id><published>2010-11-28T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T15:14:57.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Get It Together....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been really hectic around this time. I had at least four arguments withing these weeks I have been gone and strangely enough....they were only with two main people. My mommy and Isaiah. Go figure. Now the first 2 arguments were over nothing serious of course. Just petty ones really.But the other ones were like heartbreaking and tear worthy. Mother was upset about the gift i was going to get Isaiah. Said I was spending way too much on someone I never met. And she didn't want me to be one of those women who take of their men by spending all of their money and get nothing back in return. Trust me, I feel into trap....well, almost. But she is now in control of the gift I send. But I have say over what it looks like and what it says inside of it. I just hope that all goes well and this doesnt turn out like our first Christmas together. I would write about it, but the thing is...I dont feel like crying anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never mentioned about Isaiah and I ... Guess I'm still trying to recover from it. It's hard to tell now a days if I really forgive him or not. He says sorry and I know he is but I still have that feeling...this felling that I want more. "Sorry" and "I love you" just aren't enough anymore. They use to be the key factors that solved everything and then we would back together. We would be laughing right now and things would become good again. But here I am, listening to him sleep over the phone while I type away at this blog with this feeling. This unsatitified feeling with the sounds of Tony Toni Tone playing in my mom's speakers. If we were in the same room, he would be on the bed and I would be here by the PC, looking back at him as he slept soundly knowing that the girl he loves forgives him for his past wrongs. He sounds so peaceful and relaxed. While I sit here....thinking... Don't get me wrong, I love Isaiah with every bit of my heart and soul and I want us to work but there's this thing bugging me and I cant figure out how to just...get rid of this feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave...and I'm scared this is going to repeat itself if I stay....&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I'm suppose to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee135/Sweet_Vermouth/anime-please-dont-leave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" id="il_fi" src="http://i229.photobucket.com/albums/ee135/Sweet_Vermouth/anime-please-dont-leave.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kind of would have this same look like this girl here if I was holding him..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvEAaRILIU0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvEAaRILIU0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get It Together lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;b&gt;Songwriters:&lt;/b&gt; Jones, Danielle;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna go&lt;br /&gt;But I really need to know&lt;br /&gt;Can we get it together?&lt;br /&gt;Get it together&lt;br /&gt;Get it together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna go&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;But I really hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;Can we get it together?&lt;br /&gt;Get it together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know the pain that I feel&lt;br /&gt;You've taken my love for granted&lt;br /&gt;And you just wanna see it your way, yah&lt;br /&gt;It's about that time&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell ya what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm fed up with you not being here with me&lt;br /&gt;When you know love is all I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna go&lt;br /&gt;But I really need to know&lt;br /&gt;Can we get it together?&lt;br /&gt;Get it together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna go&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;But I really hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;Can we get it together?&lt;br /&gt;Get it together&lt;br /&gt;Let's get together, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz being confused just takes control&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can start brand new&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz I don't want to loose you, oh no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the love we shared&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's all so rare&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to try and make you see&lt;br /&gt;That all you need is here in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta let me know&lt;br /&gt;How you feel&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta let me know&lt;br /&gt;How you feel&lt;br /&gt;Just how you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna go&lt;br /&gt;But I really need to know&lt;br /&gt;Can we get it together?&lt;br /&gt;Get it together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna go&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;But I really hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;Can we get it together?&lt;br /&gt;Get it together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand, no&lt;br /&gt;Ya know I don't wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't wanna go&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please listen to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna go&lt;br /&gt;But I really need to know&lt;br /&gt;Can we get it together?&lt;br /&gt;Get it together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-663224043526879481?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/663224043526879481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=663224043526879481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/663224043526879481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/663224043526879481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/11/can-we-get-it-together.html' title='Can We Get It Together....'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6503363105432224827</id><published>2010-11-19T23:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:33:37.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Old is Never Any Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mother decided that since it was my birthday week she would allow me on the computer till 11:30. That was sweet of her.Which is why this entry is written at this "late" hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this cute video by the group Mindless Behavior. It's called "My Girl". I mean these kids cant not be older than like 12 or 14 they already know how to be good boyfriends. Now why can't most of the guys I dated be just like them. Maybe the next generation will be better than this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also LOVE this song by Rihanna and Drake "What's My Name" I mainly like it because it reminds me of Isaiah and also it has Drake in it and anybody who really knows me, knows I LOVEEEEE Drake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/112608-bigthumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/112608-bigthumbnail.jpg" border="0" height="300" src="http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/112608-bigthumbnail.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;what my room sort of looks like...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/112608-bigthumbnail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately things have been very...strange and overwhelming. I almost feel like I'm growing up way to fast. I have young 6th graders in my school who are starting to look up to me and it kind of makes me feel like a parent already.... ugh where are my teeth -_- ....I like being young. Otaku's are much cuter when they are young!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6503363105432224827?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6503363105432224827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6503363105432224827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6503363105432224827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6503363105432224827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-old-is-never-any-fun.html' title='Getting Old is Never Any Fun'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-5257529282702581374</id><published>2010-11-17T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:12:47.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Results And Christmas Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/download/123429505/_The_World_Ends_with_You__by_meru_chan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" id="il_fi" src="http://www.deviantart.com/download/123429505/_The_World_Ends_with_You__by_meru_chan.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;best game ever&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My birthday was yesterday and now I am officially 17 years old. God I'm old. I can not believe just how time is going by so damn fast. I spent the very first hours of my birthday were spent with my loving boyfriend Isaiah. He is the absolute best. I even got Cold Stone ice cream! Best in the world. I didn't get much (duh, I'm getting older so I don't think I need that much) but I did enjoy my birthday. YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday that I'm with Isaiah is like the fucking best for me. He always makes me happy even when we argue for a bit (9/10 he is joking around). I haven't been this happy in a long time. I find myself smiling whenever I wake up in the morning. My mom thinks he is an ass and he thinks that mommy...isn't the most kindest woman on the planet but one thing that they both have in common is that they love me. Mommy believes that I should "stop letting him take over my life" (obviously she has gotten I'm confused with someone else) but he's not. I mean I love my mom, but I'm not going to give Isaiah up. For god's sake I want to MARRY the boy. And I know he wants to marry me. Hell, I've known him and loved him for 4 years of my life. I am devoted to him. I hardly think anyone else can even get to the level that he is currently on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main focus now a days is Christmas! I'm going to send Issy something but I'm not quite sure what he's getting me. And by the conversations we have been having about his gift are starting to freak me out because I'm not sure what it is and my guesses are haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Just what the heck am I suppose to get my boyfriend for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a class="notes_link" href="http://www.animepaper.net/download/116691/UXGA/1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image preview" class="art_image " height="299" src="http://i-d.animepaper.net/thumbnails/preview/116691/1/%5Banimepaper.net%5Dwallpaper-standard-preview-anime-code-geass-memories-of-the-last-christmas-n%C2%BA3-116691-yuriarrow2-72ea8ea9.jpg" style="max-height: 668px; max-width: 891px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;they celebrate christmas??&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-5257529282702581374?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/5257529282702581374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=5257529282702581374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5257529282702581374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5257529282702581374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/11/birthday-results-and-christmas-thinking.html' title='Birthday Results And Christmas Thinking'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-5185674807481307456</id><published>2010-11-08T15:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:07:44.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Love Isaiah SO Much...</title><content type='html'>My birthday is right around the corner and it surprises me that I'm already going on 17. Wow. I'm growing up so fast. Here I am, a junior, and I have the best boyfriend in the world and a group of friends who happen to be the top juniors of my entire school. That is strangely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at home are fine but I'm still getting use to the situation that happened with Darkness. My heart has completely locked it self away from him and only him. There is a special reason why Isaiah is the only one I trust with the key. Isaiah is the only one who has stayed with me for years to come. He has never left me alone. I left him and it was a huge mistake and I can't take it back. But I know that he would never hurt me on purpose. He would never take my love for granted. In his own words: "Because no matter what you say, or what you do to piss me off and/ or disappoint me... I will always love you." Thus giving him all rights to the title of best boyfriend ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah and I started out a little rocky but that doesn't mean we are going to give up. He and I want to make this work because we know that there is no one that can take the others place. He's my true love and I would do anything for him and he knows it. Sure there are things that I do to piss him off and there are things he does that piss me off. But that doesn't make either of us love the other any less. He has always had the key to my heart. He is my first true love and I will NEVER give him up. Sure, the relationship isn't going the way I dreamed as fast as I want it to but its working. Even if he doesn't speak for a long time. I am glad to hear his speak...even if it's not to me. Knowing that he is mines once more makes my heart sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* I love my boyfriend, despite what people say about him. He's the best I ever had :) *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="316" id="il_fi" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8oTyaYhoEU/TKC5xJssV8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/E5fi42TKRk4/s400/High+School+Debut.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Issy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-5185674807481307456?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/5185674807481307456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=5185674807481307456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5185674807481307456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5185674807481307456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-i-love-isaiah-so-much.html' title='Why I Love Isaiah SO Much...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G8oTyaYhoEU/TKC5xJssV8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/E5fi42TKRk4/s72-c/High+School+Debut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-2396918003334537699</id><published>2010-11-03T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:59:36.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Lock and Chain Away A Heart: Darkness's Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last Friday was the day it all ended. Darkness confessed to his sins finally and left me for dead in the end. Turns out that I have been loving a complete stranger and I was used. Used...again. I hate it when I let things like this happen to me. But I did stand up to him about it and well he has disappeared back into his hole. And when we were talking about it, he made everything about him. Who is this selfish guy who is a complete jerk!? Have I been fooled to believe that this guy who I believed to be a gentleman really a sly devil luring me into his trap of hate? *sigh* I can't really even think straight about this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this song could be better a better understanding of his basic words to me, almost like Darkness's lullaby to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For as long, long as I can remember&lt;br /&gt;It's been December, no sun, &lt;br /&gt;No summertime to treasure, we weren't grown&lt;br /&gt;And every time that they told us surrender, it will be better &lt;br /&gt;We just go holding on til forever for what we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken lover, yes, I made you&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I would be the one to heal you&lt;br /&gt;And if you go now, Out that doorway&lt;br /&gt;I won't say you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;But you know that I worry about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long, long as she can remember&lt;br /&gt;She wanted better, no home&lt;br /&gt;No one there to protect her, all alone&lt;br /&gt;And so she told me I was her center&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could tempt her&lt;br /&gt;I still roamed just like her father left her&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, he left her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken lover, yes, I made you&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I would be the one to heal you&lt;br /&gt;And if you go now, Out that doorway&lt;br /&gt;I won't say you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;But you know that I worry about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it bad, you been a good victim&lt;br /&gt;You thought I was worth it, you act like I would listen&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you were right at one point, someday&lt;br /&gt;I use to watch you treat the streets like runway&lt;br /&gt;I use to write with tears on your pretty painted face&lt;br /&gt;Sign language on your back from the first taste&lt;br /&gt;So when he whispers in your ear and you think of me&lt;br /&gt;You wish I would've treated you like you treated me&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up from your dreams of the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Sleepwalking through the streets dressed in all gray&lt;br /&gt;Making streetlamps in the window pane&lt;br /&gt;I worried from the second I learned your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in love is lie&lt;br /&gt;But where was I last night? &lt;br /&gt;And why don't you feel right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken lover, yes, I made you&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I would be the one to heal you&lt;br /&gt;And if you go now, Out that doorway&lt;br /&gt;I won't say you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;But you know that I worry about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken lover, yes, I made you&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I would be the one to heal you&lt;br /&gt;And if you go now, Out that doorway&lt;br /&gt;I won't say you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;But you know that I worry about you&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Moving on, Isaiah is now home and as of tomorrow, I will have (almost) full excess to him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; and I will be able to call and text me whenever he likes. Which after 3 years of emailing,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;texting and instant messaging (while getting in trouble: mostly me) We will be able to talk longer&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and whenever we choose to :) yay!&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have people trying to pick up the many pieces of myself and put them back together. My heart has&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;locked itself in a safe with thousands of chains and locks with the key hanging with one single person&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Its strange how I am not sure where that key lies but I think only one person knows.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There is something I do want to tell Darkness but he see no point in seeing me. Figures -_-.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://illminded.project-panda.net/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/locked-away-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://illminded.project-panda.net/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/locked-away-love.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's kinda like this...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I cant force him to. But it is important that I tell him. I did make a promise and I plan on following through&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Happiness is around the corner.. you just have to wait for it...."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Don't let anyone change you...you are who you are. If they don't like you for who you are, then you do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;not need them in your life"&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sure dad....whatever you say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Happy birthday Bro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-2396918003334537699?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/2396918003334537699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=2396918003334537699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2396918003334537699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2396918003334537699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-to-lock-and-chain-away-heart.html' title='How To Lock and Chain Away A Heart: Darkness&apos;s Lullaby'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-3288150836789086675</id><published>2010-10-27T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T13:04:22.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning for My Phone</title><content type='html'>Things have been quite depressing for me. I walk around my house trying to avoid my mother because she took away the only thing that bridged us together. And she has the nerve to ask me "Are you wearing black because your depressed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Why are you depressed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Inner thought: You take away my phone and my connection to my first love and you have no idea why I'm depressed?* "Cuz..." ~Walks away~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care if she's pissed that I said that but she should already know. I hate when she acts like she did nothing wrong and smiles in my face excepting to apologize when I did nothing wrong. I had a late call, big deal. It's not like its your wasting money on it and/or its wasting our minutes. Ugh she just so...ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole reason I wanted the damn cell phone.....WAS TO TALK TO ISAIAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why she just doesn't get that already. With my first phone, who did I call first when I had the stupid walkie-talkie phone? Issy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who would I text and/or call with a new phone? Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my phone! I want to talk to Isaiah (and Darkness and my family) and I want to be left by myself when I go home! Why is it so hard for my mother to get that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm morning the heartbreak that the follow people of my contacts are in thanks to the fact that they can not talk to me.... ugh! I want to have my own conversations with the people in my life without my bloody mother interfering! I can't stand this anymore. I can't WAIT till I'm 18 (and Issy comes) then I'm out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.tokyopop.com/ugc/5/5/0/9/3/u//images/2732343.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you thinking about me? Do you miss me too?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tokyopop.com/ugc/5/5/0/9/3/u//images/2732343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-3288150836789086675?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/3288150836789086675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=3288150836789086675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3288150836789086675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3288150836789086675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/10/morning-for-my-phone.html' title='Morning for My Phone'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6263737527098383375</id><published>2010-10-21T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T09:33:50.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Smiling =)</title><content type='html'>My mother has tooken the librety of taking my phone away again afetr getting upet about Isaiah's phone call at 1 in the morning. Honestly what did she think I wanted the cell phone for in the first place? I wanted it to talk to him and she's pissed abut it. She never bothered to ask me why I wanted the damn thing. All well....guess I have to wait till she calms down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I am really happy. I mean REALLY happy! Talking to Isaiah (whether he is making fun of me or not) is always something that brings a smile of my face. One thing that I always find interesting (and that bugs the shit out of me) is how he has the need to be better than me and always one step above me. He just HAS to be on top of me. And he takes pride in doing so. He said it himself. That so and so. When ever we argue, he always wins. No matter what the arguement is, he ALWAYS has to win. I have never had anyone who constistly using resources against me, for fun. *sigh* But some how I find it a turn on. Isaiah is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another reason why I am so happy but that's for me, my diary and unknown to know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2207/2315693823_d3b2392756.jpg?v=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I can tell you is, I have not been this happy for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2207/2315693823_d3b2392756.jpg?v=0" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while hasn't it? Lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2207/2315693823_d3b2392756.jpg?v=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6263737527098383375?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6263737527098383375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6263737527098383375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6263737527098383375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6263737527098383375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-still-smiling.html' title='I&apos;m Still Smiling =)'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6000419591358653389</id><published>2010-10-19T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:57:27.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life According to Nebula</title><content type='html'>Isaiah and I have communication again! I'm so happy to have a way to talk to him again. Then again there are some bad points about the whole ordeal. Like, the simple fact that he's using another phone and can only call me at 9. which would have been no problem except he is not home. He's like four hours away from me! and the phone number is a Louisianan phone number. Which happens to be like right next to Texas. Go figure. Ugh. And with my mother's strange rule to turn in my new cell phone to her at 10 o'clock everyday makes it rather difficult to even hear his voice. I am waiting for a chance to call him but that doesn't seem to be soon. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I went to comic con with an old crush and had a ball. So many new things and so many buttons to collect. My old crush (who was separated from the me the whole day) didn't get as much. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness and I have been having issues lately and I'm hoping things do work out for us in the long run but I cant force anything to happen. Though I wish things between us would be a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I are doing well. No complaints. I just wish she would go to work late so I can talk to Isaiah already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is boring because I know how to do everything and it doesn't even take me a long time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;and a partridge in a pear tree :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/4183/luckystarjx6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/4183/luckystarjx6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My friends and I are strangely like them....Lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img135.imageshack.us/img135/4183/luckystarjx6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6000419591358653389?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6000419591358653389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6000419591358653389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6000419591358653389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6000419591358653389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-according-to-nebula.html' title='Life According to Nebula'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6866284405868733377</id><published>2010-09-29T14:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T14:14:23.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He hates me</title><content type='html'>I can tell that he hates me and no one is going to blame him for that.....God im so so stupid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6866284405868733377?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6866284405868733377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6866284405868733377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6866284405868733377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6866284405868733377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/09/he-hates-me.html' title='He hates me'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6943962534537382600</id><published>2010-09-11T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T20:57:56.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only N3bu!@ In the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:kjkHLAL0BOuSCM:http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a10/Spoild_Lil_Girl/Anime/Girls/animegirl1.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" id="il_fi" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:kjkHLAL0BOuSCM:http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a10/Spoild_Lil_Girl/Anime/Girls/animegirl1.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" style="padding-right: 30px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I plan on dressing now for school&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Finished school shopping finally! It's amazing how many people shop at Staples. There was a line curving all over the store. I bet the crew has a great salary during the beginning of the school year. Hmm....I might fill out an application for them. A girl needs money now a days. Journals are not free. I wish they were though. Sometimes I write too much that I don't believe there is enough paper for me to actually complete the thousands of thoughts that seem to flow out my mind. It's like my brain is a rapper with the the illest freestyles like Drake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astrobunny.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/green.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" id="il_fi" src="http://www.astrobunny.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/green.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The gap between my bro and me is much bigger than this&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while since I have heard from my brother but things seem to not be going so well for him. It's almost a matter of time before he is put out and honestly, I'm not sure if I should feel bad about his situation or should I be on my mother's side and forget the whole thing. Well not forget..that's the wrong word to use. I should of said not care and move on. I almost feel like it was my fault that he is gone but then whenever I begin to think that, I see the actions and cruel bullshit words he said and did and I brush him off like the ones who brushed me off. I treat him like the people I walk past everyday. But even that gets hard because I share the same blood that is slowly spilling out of his heart. If he wasn't my brother than I would care about him as much as I care about gum. Damn. If only he never screwed up then maybe, things would have been better....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Drake is going to perform on the VMA's. *screams my head off* But the only problem I have with that whole wonderful night, is the fact that True Blood comes on right around the time the award are going on. Hmm. I can always catch the encore of True Blood. Yup that's my plan. Drake comes first before ANY vampire. And that's finale!!! I can't wait to see Drake perform on stage! I hope nothing bad happens to him. (I'm warning you Kanye if you even THINK about ruining Drake's moment(s), I am SO going to hate you forever!!!) I wish the best of luck Drake. I just know you're going to shut it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://rcrdlbl.com/files/rblog_images/drake(2).jpg" height="300" src="http://rcrdlbl.com/files/rblog_images/drake%282%29.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comic con is in a couple of days and I am stoked. I'm looking forward to seeing all these people and all the things that they might have there. God it's going to be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are going faster and faster. It's almost seems like yesterday that Isaiah has left for basic training. It's weird of how fast things seem to be going. I look at the candler and I notice that days brushing by and it brings a huge smile on my face. I'm not sure when he is coming to see me exactly. I just know that he is coming this year. This year has been planned out ahead of time and it's all finally coming together. Wow. I can't wait to see him. I know that I am going to be really goofy and giggle a lot around him but I can't help how I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this faith that things are going to get better and better. I wake up smiling and giggling. And I have this fire in my heart that lets me know, I'm going to be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="259" id="il_fi" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:S8ETa5E4nklW2M:http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f97/YugiohRoxs/Anime/Anime%20Girls/NekoinHat.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-right: 30px;" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That would be my cat on my shoulder... :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling this way...after my "friends" deserted me....that's very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget. There is a song that I simply adore. Well there is actually a couple. And here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only Girl (In The World)- Rihanna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://coverlandia.us/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Rihanna-Only-Girl-FanMade.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Show Me A Good Time- Drake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="256" id="il_fi" src="http://p.dada.net/cspv/22-97-17-40-00-AudioPreview-Cover-JPEG256x256/drake/show-me-a-good-time.jpg?ts=1277144020" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dancing On My Own- Robyn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="223" id="il_fi" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:dPymbvb_nni7FM:http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n229/tdoggsdca/Robyn-DancingOnMyOwnFanMadeSingleCo.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" style="padding-right: 30px;" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take It Off- Ke$ha&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQjsHBpcGCA/TFjabLTr5SI/AAAAAAAAAbI/9kdUBn5VYL0/s320/kesha+Take+It+Off+justcdcover.blogspot.com.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6943962534537382600?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6943962534537382600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6943962534537382600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6943962534537382600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6943962534537382600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/09/only-n3bu-in-world.html' title='Only N3bu!@ In the World'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HQjsHBpcGCA/TFjabLTr5SI/AAAAAAAAAbI/9kdUBn5VYL0/s72-c/kesha+Take+It+Off+justcdcover.blogspot.com.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6854337758280866122</id><published>2010-09-10T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:25:09.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Days are Always Full of Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school has yet to surprise me. Walking up to the school grounds wearing white 1'' high flip flops, blue jeans and a black tee shirt was almost breathe taking. I learned that we no longer have a floor. Also our school grounds have been narrowed down to a straight walk way towards the door. Oh yeah, they are surely trying to send a message through our heads. Get in or get out. Gotta love my school.&lt;br /&gt;Ran into some old friends of mine and caught up with their summers even though I couldn't really relate because I don't live there. My summer was kind of dull compared to theirs put together...in their eyes. To me (and those involved in my summer) thought it was quite eventfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes were set up the way I thought they would be. Same old classes with the same students (damn). But the thing that surprised me was the "changed the order" somehow. (right....). My old science teacher was there. I was hoping that she came back because she kept it real and she was one of the very few black teachers that we had. And now it seems that she is the ONLY real black teacher there. The other one named Mr. H left. Uh, why would someone so nice and cool and funny leave our school? I blame our fun-hating Principle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing that came out of that day was someone who I really enjoy being around has agreed to go to comic con with me. It took all of my seer stupidity to ask him and when I did, he hugged my lungs out of me. I nearly fell out of my seat. I had to hide my&amp;nbsp; blushing read cheeks or else I might of embarrass myself. But I refuse to let anyone know other than my brain, why I invited him in the first place. That's for me to know....and for you nosy people to never figure out. (He really wanted to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" id="il_fi" src="http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire3/651e9e4fdbbb398cf002c54cf94023841278819571_full.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Is how it was...sort of..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm eager to go back to school Monday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6854337758280866122?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6854337758280866122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6854337758280866122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6854337758280866122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6854337758280866122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-days-are-always-full-of-surprises.html' title='First Days are Always Full of Surprises'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6208707608599071780</id><published>2010-09-06T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T18:18:10.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday List Of Demands</title><content type='html'>I thought I make my birthday list here so the whole world has proof of the things that I requested for which are probably aren't going to really get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+&lt;b&gt;A&amp;nbsp; Palm Centro cellphone+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.pdasnews.com/content_images/pink-palm-centro.jpg" height="320" src="http://www.pdasnews.com/content_images/pink-palm-centro.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Palm Centro In Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+ &lt;b&gt;The Daria DVD+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://mimg.ugo.com/201005/43804/daria-dvd.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actual Dvd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;+Drake's Album+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://www.youngmoneyhq.com/images/drake-thank-me-later-album-cover.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;+ The Nook eReader+ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://www.zatznotfunny.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/10/bn-nook-ereader.jpg" width="203" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; +$20 bucks from each family member+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="133" id="il_fi" src="http://www.m-n-m-enterprises.com/images/20dollar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;+ At least 12 birthday cards+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.elsaelsa.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/birthdaycards.jpg" height="320" src="http://www.elsaelsa.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/birthdaycards.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;+Combat boots+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.stylehop.com/fashion-blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/85A0036_01_a.jpg" height="320" src="http://www.stylehop.com/fashion-blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/85A0036_01_a.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;+Lolita Dress+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.everbuying.com/uploads/200912/source-img/Blue-Lolita-Dress-G-13882.JPG" height="320" src="http://www.everbuying.com/uploads/200912/source-img/Blue-Lolita-Dress-G-13882.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am pretty sure this demands will probably no be met. Thanks to the economy and what not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6208707608599071780?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6208707608599071780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6208707608599071780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6208707608599071780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6208707608599071780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-birthday-list-of-demands.html' title='My Birthday List Of Demands'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8591341292008924934</id><published>2010-09-06T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:46:10.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Through Your Agony...Proudly</title><content type='html'>Days have been really painful! God I hate being a woman but there is nothing that I can do. I wonder if I would so much stress if I was born a boy, probably not. Like James Brown said, "this is a man's world" I'm suppose to be cooking and cleaning or sewing while my boyfriend/husband works his ass doing nothing. Then I will have to open my legs and allow him to impregnate me so that I can grace him with a child. And god help us if it's a girl. My boyfriend/husband will only want a son to carry on his family name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how some people think that I left Darkness. Funny isn't it. well I will allow people to think what they want because honestly, it doesn't really matter anymore. I rather them think a lie then stress myself trying to get them to know the truth. That's his issue. Not mine. It also seem that Darkness seems to be having a melt down and what not. His new girlfriend told me that he seems really down lately. And guess who she turn the blame on. Me. Suprising? Not really. I told her I had nothing to do with that (because I didn't) and brushed off the worry of even trying to think about it. He broke our bond as Boyfriend and Girlfriend so it's her deal now. I have others things to worry about...like nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And I say that with a hopeful and happy smile. *grins*&lt;img height="170" id="il_fi" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTF21WvBpM/SwgsOlodzfI/AAAAAAAAE18/yiwMl1YMtXI/s400/daria-smile.gif" width="162" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8591341292008924934?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8591341292008924934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8591341292008924934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8591341292008924934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8591341292008924934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/09/smiling-through-your-agonyproudly.html' title='Smiling Through Your Agony...Proudly'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xKTF21WvBpM/SwgsOlodzfI/AAAAAAAAE18/yiwMl1YMtXI/s72-c/daria-smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-5804279590349624695</id><published>2010-09-02T18:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:46:27.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing and Dewling</title><content type='html'>It's funny how you realize that the people who you thought was your friends, aren't. And the people who you thought weren't your friends, are. So I have to move on from certain people and move on with my life. I mean I can't get into Columbia with out working my ass to the bone. I can't worry about people who don't want to be in my life. If they don't, then there lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;Moving on......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Brand New&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts soon it kind of scares me how some people are going to take to the new Nebula. I wonder if it will shock them that I no longer care about what they think of me or give a damn about the things that use to bother me. Love me or hate me, it's still an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;Freaking Out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about Isaiah lately.(what else is new?) I wonder if he missing me and his family. I realize it's only been a month since he left, but it just gets me thinking how everyday brings him closer to me. I often think about what it would be like when he finally comes to see me. I have known him for years and I'm still so nervous about meeting him. Strange... I figured since I have grown up, that I would be more prepared for his visit. But I'm not! I like really nervous and I can't figure out how to look or anything. Ugh... how I hate this. I'll figure it out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;Growing Up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has allowed me to wear make up and what not. And by make up, I mean lip gloss and eye liner. Which really isn't like a special thing since most girls younger than me are already wearing WAY too much and winning countless awards and living their mother's dreams. Isn't that amazing....don't you just LOVE our society -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;t D&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;~6 Days till school starts~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;~7 days till my mother's birthday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;~6 days till I get my Ichigo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;~Several weeks till Isaiah's visit~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="520" id="il_fi" src="http://www.kartoen.be/cartoons/happysad/movingon.gif" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-5804279590349624695?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/5804279590349624695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=5804279590349624695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5804279590349624695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5804279590349624695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/09/dealing-and-dewling.html' title='Dealing and Dewling'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-4964188734181446858</id><published>2010-09-01T20:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:49:02.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adore Love And Empower</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged in a good minute. Go figure? I just have been really busy lately with my new life and what not. I guess I have to try living my life with or without alot of people but hey life can be that way at times. I miss Isaiah so much. He went away for basic training and I miss him alot. I might not get to blog as much as I use to but I will keep you guys updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comic Con&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like its that time again and I can't wait to go. Of course there is the matter of finding an outfit. Talk about a HUGE problem. But you know it's fine. I can make almost anything work. That one thing I have learned from my mother. One other thing that I have to do is find someone who I can take with me. I have a free pass but I'm not sure who I want to take with me. Hmmm. If Isaiah was here with me, I would SO take him within an instant. NO questions asked. And I would take Stephy or Darkness but well....Nah. "Oh, Neby, why not? Aren't they close to you?" Well Stephy will always be close to me because she and I have been friends for like 4 years tops (going on 5 years). Darkness on the other hand....no longer wants anything to do with me. I haven't heard from him all summer because he had been "busy". Psh whatever. On to the next one. So I might find someone from school or maybe....someone else. I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Ties &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has finally left my house and honestly I slightly miss him and then again I know that it was his own fault that things are the way they are. It has been me and my mom for a while and things have been fine. We talk a lot more and we do more things together but it still get hard at times. I have faith that things are going to get better. With time. It's all going to be fine with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stronger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have became a&amp;nbsp; much stronger woman spending so much time with my mom. I have learned to take no bull shit from anyone. And I refuse to let anyone use or let their words bother me anymore. I have grown into this person with this sheild to protect myself from those who don't deserve my time anyway. I love me!&lt;img alt="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/bst/lowres/bstn420l.jpg" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/bst/lowres/bstn420l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;God Bless Mikki. Dear Brother... I will miss you...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-4964188734181446858?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/4964188734181446858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=4964188734181446858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/4964188734181446858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/4964188734181446858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/09/adore-love-and-empower.html' title='Adore Love And Empower'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-9057166963439901209</id><published>2010-07-19T11:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:50:33.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut It Down - Drake/The Dream (4 Isaiah)</title><content type='html'>[Drake]&lt;br /&gt;These girls ain’t got nothing on you&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, say baby I had to mention&lt;br /&gt;That if you were a star you’d be the one I’m searching for&lt;br /&gt;All the girls they got attention&lt;br /&gt;But I just always feel like there in need of something you got&lt;br /&gt;Its obvious you’re pretty&lt;br /&gt;Heard that your a student working weekends in the city&lt;br /&gt;Trying to take you out girl, hope your not too busy&lt;br /&gt;And if there’s nothing wrong, got this little song&lt;br /&gt;For you to get ready to&lt;br /&gt;Put those f-cking heels on and work it girl&lt;br /&gt;Let that mirror show you what your doing&lt;br /&gt;Put that f-cking dress on and work it kind of vicious&lt;br /&gt;Like somebody’s taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Shut it down down down&lt;br /&gt;You would shut it down down down&lt;br /&gt;You be the baddest girl around round round&lt;br /&gt;And they notice they notice&lt;br /&gt;You would shut it down down down&lt;br /&gt;You be the baddest girl around round round&lt;br /&gt;And they notice they notice&lt;br /&gt;You would shut it, hey oh&lt;br /&gt;These girls aint got nothing on you,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Dream]&lt;br /&gt;Girl you’re the greatest&lt;br /&gt;And if he say you aint&lt;br /&gt;Girl he’s out his mind&lt;br /&gt;You’re the finest&lt;br /&gt;And if he say you aint&lt;br /&gt;That boy done lost his mind&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby, everytime you come around&lt;br /&gt;Shut it down like computers&lt;br /&gt;Hey lady, step into my heart&lt;br /&gt;And put you in the louboutins,&lt;br /&gt;What you want&lt;br /&gt;What you need&lt;br /&gt;I can be (I can be)&lt;br /&gt;Your everything&lt;br /&gt;(who knew)&lt;br /&gt;Them other n-ggas&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna hit it but if they had it&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t know what to do with it&lt;br /&gt;(and together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Drake &amp;amp; The Dream]&lt;br /&gt;We shut it down down down&lt;br /&gt;They know we shut it down down down&lt;br /&gt;Your the baddest girl around, round round&lt;br /&gt;They know this, they know this&lt;br /&gt;(repeated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Dream]&lt;br /&gt;TMZ, Concrete loop&lt;br /&gt;You shut that muthf-cker down down&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream conversations they all want the scoop&lt;br /&gt;You shut that muthaf-cker down down down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Drake]&lt;br /&gt;Shooting Stars all around her, fire. comets.&lt;br /&gt;I could bring her through and shut them down, Onyx&lt;br /&gt;No, you’re not imagining, they’re looking at you long stares&lt;br /&gt;Even though she’s standing out she looks like she belongs here&lt;br /&gt;You feel the hours pass, until you find somethin’&lt;br /&gt;I feel like when she moves – the time doesn’t&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, baby you finer than your fine cousin&lt;br /&gt;And your cousin fine, but she don’t have my heart beating in double time&lt;br /&gt;You just shut it down, girl&lt;br /&gt;Who told the cops where the party was?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like I found The One?&lt;br /&gt;What’s in these shots that you ordered us?&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I mean you sure know how to paint a town&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you came around its obvious you shut it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shut that sh-t down (down down down)&lt;br /&gt;You shut it down (down down down)&lt;br /&gt;You shut it down (down down down)&lt;br /&gt;You shut it down (down down down)&lt;br /&gt;You shut it down (down down down)&lt;br /&gt;You shut it, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Drake]&lt;br /&gt;You know this, you know this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looking good girl&lt;br /&gt;Go go go get em girl,&lt;br /&gt;Go go go go hit em girl&lt;br /&gt;Go go go go go go&lt;br /&gt;You shut it down&lt;img height="400" id="il_fi" src="http://www.snewty.com/snewty/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/drake_dream.jpg" width="590" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-9057166963439901209?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' 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Isaiah)'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-3922171673847265306</id><published>2010-07-12T11:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T11:54:14.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Unknown....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From the start, It felt like this...&lt;/b&gt;(well when I first met you, my thoughts were like so)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Beautiful Stranger"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Haven't we met&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You're some kind of beautiful stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You could be good for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I've had the taste for danger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;If I'm smart then I'll run away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But I'm not so I guess I'll stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Heaven forbid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'll take my chance on a beautiful stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I looked into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And my world came tumbling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You're the devil in disguise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That's why I'm singing this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;To know you is to love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You're everywhere I go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And everybody knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;To love you is to be part of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I've paid for you with tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And swallowed all my pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;When I Feel In Love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Love Of My Life" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I met him when I was a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Little girl, he gave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He gave me poetry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And he was my first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But in my heart I knew I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Wasn't the only one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;'Cause when the tables turned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He had to break up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Whenever I got lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Or needed some advice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He gave me his shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;His words were very nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But that is all behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;'Cause now there is no other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My love is his and his is mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;A friend became the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Love of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You are my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Love of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can depend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Love of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Without you, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It feels like a simple true love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When we became one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Make Me Better" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'ma movement by myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But i`ma force when we're together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mami im Good all by myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But baby you, you make me better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You make me better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You plus me, it equals better math&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Your boy a good look but she my better half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I`m already bossing, already flossing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But why have the cake if it ain`t got the sweet frosting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(ya ya ya ya) keeping me on my A-game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(wha wha wha wha) without having the same names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(they they they they they) they may flame --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(buh buh buh buh) but shorty we burn it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The sag in my swag. pep in my step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Daddy do the gucci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Mami intercepts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Guess it's a "G" thinq..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Whenever we swing, ima need lorretta scott if im gunna be king.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;First things first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I does what I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But everything I am, she's my improved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'm already boss, im already fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But if I am a star, she is the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(ah ah ah) and when I feel like im on top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(she she she) she give me reason to not stop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(eh eh eh eh) and though im hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(to to to) together we burn it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The caked up cut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The cleaned up ice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;When shorty come around, I clean up nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Dynamic duo, batman &amp;amp; robin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Whoever don't like it, its that mans problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(eh eh eh) and when I feel like im tired, (ma ma ma) mami be taken me higher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(uh uh uh uh uh) im on fire, (buh buh buh) but shorty we burn it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Beside every great man, you can find a women like a soldier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Holding him down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;[verse]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She treats me like a don, watchs for the hit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;She checks where I go, even watchs who im wit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The right when im wrong, so I never slip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Show me how to move, thats why I never trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And babygirl you so major, they should front page ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;God bless the parents who made ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Middle finger anybody who hate the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Way we burn it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And When IT happened&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Crawling" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Crawling in my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;These wounds they will not heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Fear is how I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Confusing what is real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Consuming/confusing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This lack of self-control I fear is never ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Controlling/I can't seem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;To find myself again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My walls are closing in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I've felt this way before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So insecure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Discomfort,endlessly has pulled itself upon me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Distracting/reacting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Against my will I stand beside my own reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It's haunting how I can't seem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When We Broke Up...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Who Knew?" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You took my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You showed me how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You promised me you'd be around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Uh huh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That's right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I took your words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And I believed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You said to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yeah huh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That's right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Cause they're all wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I know better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Cause you said forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Remember when we were such fools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And so convinced and just too cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Oh no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;No no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wish I could touch you again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wish I could still call you friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'd give anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;When someone said count your blessings now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;'fore they're long gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I guess I just didn't know how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I was all wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;They knew better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Still you said forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'll keep you locked in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Until we meet again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Until we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Until we meet again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And I won't forget you my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Cause they're all wrong and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That last kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'll cherish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Until we meet again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And time makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wish I could remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But I keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Your memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You visit me in my sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My darling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My darling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My darling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My darling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My darling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Who knew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And How I Feel Now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;"Don't Make Me Wait" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Angel eyes why do you look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And all this time how did you know that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'd be here, I'd be here, I'd be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;In this world all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So don't make me wait, honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't make me say it out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't hesitate no honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Or it will all fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Angel eyes why do you gaze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Everytime I loose my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;You, find me here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Find me here, find me here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So don't make me wait, honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't make me say it out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't hesitate now honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Or it will all fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't make me wait, honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't make me say it out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't hesitate now honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Or it will all fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;All fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't make me wait, honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't make me say it out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Don't hesitate now honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Or it will all fall down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Poem of Thought&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff4eab; font-size: 18px;"&gt;I'll Never Forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; padding-left: 0px;"&gt;by   &lt;b style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Ashley Williams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; padding-left: 0px; padding-top: 13px;"&gt;I'll never forget the times we shared&lt;br /&gt;And all the hardships we spared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories are forever lasting&lt;br /&gt;In my heart buried with a golden casting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice pops, volleyball, and marry me ring pop&lt;br /&gt;All important to me but I never realized to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have told you exactly how I felt&lt;br /&gt;Every time you looked at me you made my heart melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you driving and cruising by&lt;br /&gt;It makes me turn away and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've completely lost you due to my non understanding parent&lt;br /&gt;They'll never realize what they put in me rust, holes and dents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't think twice and tore our love in half&lt;br /&gt;If they only could have seen the way you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was you that made me happy, energetic and full of life&lt;br /&gt;Now there's been an incision made with a sharp knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want things back to the way they used to be&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want us together so damn bad&lt;br /&gt;It makes me full of anger and deeply mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let there be one day we'll happily be together&lt;br /&gt;Forever alone with just one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Couples In Anime that Reflect Our Relationship &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Anime: Lovely Complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Couple:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Risa Koizumi and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Atsushi Ōtani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire3/83e3b578d92dd83d732e96139d2c4f6e1227298808_full.jpg" src="http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire3/83e3b578d92dd83d732e96139d2c4f6e1227298808_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime: Boys Over Flowers&lt;br /&gt;Couple:Tsukushi Makino and Tsukasa Domyouji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://animethingy.com/_wizardimages/boysoverflowers2.jpg" src="http://animethingy.com/_wizardimages/boysoverflowers2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment on everything if possible...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-3922171673847265306?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/3922171673847265306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=3922171673847265306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3922171673847265306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/3922171673847265306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/07/dear-unknown.html' title='Dear Unknown....'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-7559815060507192224</id><published>2010-07-09T13:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:53:02.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4....Slow day</title><content type='html'>Today, my journalism crew and I are researching the topic that we are going to write about in our final paper column towards the end of the summer. My topic is texting addictions. I don't know who I should interview for this topic seeming how it's not a real illness, at least I hope it's not. If it is I don't think i have it because I don't really have a phone. I might have to go see a doctor and ask them on their opinion of this matter. Maybe I'll go see mines or probably try to find someone. Are their doctors that you can talk to online? Hmm that would be cool if there were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Journalist isn't really half bad. You get to be on the computer a lot. You get to meet people and make them talk to you (people in new york love to give their opinion about anything and everything)and plus the people in my class are very friendly.&lt;img height="300" id="il_fi" src="http://www.st-aug.edu/academics/divisions/images/journalism11.jpg" width="471" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I miss dearly though is Unknown.....but I have an idea of how to get him to talk to me agian....im working on this story for him and hopefully he will enjoy it because he thinks I'm a good writer. I just wonder if he will be able to handle reading it. Not everyone can read stories about the truth so well. God knows I can't. Till he comments...or the "news room" get's busier my people...ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-7559815060507192224?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/7559815060507192224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=7559815060507192224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7559815060507192224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7559815060507192224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4slow-day.html' title='Day 4....Slow day'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-391111356705416917</id><published>2010-07-08T10:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:51:56.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Out in the World...Day 3</title><content type='html'>Interviewing is the hardest thing in the world when your 16 and haven't a clue how to stop older college students an get them to talk to you. I only have done 2 interviews and trust me, it was NOT easy. I had to learn to walk up to someone and then keep up with what the had to say. Sigh. So many people just don't want to talk to someone younger than them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is day 3 in my class of Journalism and things seem to be going well. The girls in my class (well some) have talked to me and so have some of the boys in my class. No biggie though. I'm a writer who is use to being to myself and not really asking people what they want in my story. This time, I have to give the people the information by asking people FOR the information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are having our first guest, a reporter from a magazine and I hope he can help me out with interviewing. My first time was a little shy but this time I will do better than before! Help me....&lt;img height="350" id="il_fi" src="http://www.psfk.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/journalism.jpg" width="525" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-391111356705416917?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/391111356705416917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=391111356705416917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/391111356705416917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/391111356705416917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/07/starting-out-in-worldday-3.html' title='Starting Out in the World...Day 3'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-3281395514613216490</id><published>2010-07-07T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T19:51:20.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>journalism....</title><content type='html'>I have joined a journalism class in Lehman. So far, I have my own computer and my own reporter pad and flash drive. I haven't really went out to report anything but I have pitched three ideas to my teacher or "my boss". I feel like this is going to be an adventure for me as a writer. Plus the lunch is free and good too! Wish me luck! I shall keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:yeVsFbido_y_kM:http://rriderlausd.org/blog2/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/journalism.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" id="il_fi" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:yeVsFbido_y_kM:http://rriderlausd.org/blog2/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/journalism.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" style="padding-right: 30px;" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-3281395514613216490?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/3281395514613216490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=3281395514613216490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Keep On Without You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, are you dreaming &lt;br /&gt;are you dreaming of me now oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;whoa&lt;br /&gt;Screaming, are you screaming&lt;br /&gt;cuz it's such a nightmare now oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there must be must be something else waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh oh ohh&lt;br /&gt;There must be must be something else waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh III I can't keep on without you&lt;br /&gt;oooh III I can't keep on without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving, are you leaving &lt;br /&gt;Really need you here the most &lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than ever all I have is your holy ghost&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be must be something else waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh oh ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be must be something &lt;br /&gt;else waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh III I can't keep on without you&lt;br /&gt;Oooh III I can't keep on without you&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaa oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Whoaa oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You paint my broken heart like some awful piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;And I watch my world as it falls down around&lt;br /&gt;but still I pray you will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo II will keep on without you&lt;br /&gt;Whooo II will keep on without you&lt;br /&gt;Whooo II will keep on without you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh &lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh&lt;img height="480" id="il_fi" src="http://cardiophile.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/heart2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-809615232381696459?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-7152697872283938539</id><published>2010-06-08T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T13:25:10.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed you guys...</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been a while since I have posted a blog. I have been so busy dealing with family drama and then there was the ordeal where I was sent to North Carolina!!! O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how strange that was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, I wrote a poem for many different English classes but this one was for my recent English class. Enjoy!! comment on whether you agree or not with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nebula,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring, loving, outgoing&lt;br /&gt;Daughter of Janice and Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;Lover of Anime, pizza and horoscopes&lt;br /&gt;Who feels adored when with her loved ones, gloomy when there are no more cookies in the oven, and thrilled when an episode of Daria comes on&lt;br /&gt;Who needs her own personal library, a closet full of Lolita dresses and a place for my two best friends in the world and I to live in harmony&lt;br /&gt;Who gives advice to those who ask, enough headaches to cause a riot, and a cure to fix all broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;Who fears the thought of being alone, heights, and snakes&lt;br /&gt;Who would like to see Drake up close and personal, the sites of Japan and my name under the New York Bestsellers List&lt;br /&gt;Resident of Bronx, New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-7152697872283938539?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/7152697872283938539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=7152697872283938539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7152697872283938539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7152697872283938539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-missed-you-guys.html' title='I missed you guys...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-1677071835888253919</id><published>2010-04-24T23:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:19:02.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your the thought in my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;The General&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Things have&amp;nbsp; gone a little hay wire during the time that I haven't posted. Like for instance, my mom believes that I'm planning on running away. She's seriously said to me today: "Are you planning on go somewhere is that why your saving up your money?" Okay really now, I have like 3 dollars in my pocket right now. That's it. Where can I go with 3 dollars? Nowhere. And now my brother is going to take the Xbox from me because my friends keep talking to me and sending me messages on his account. Seriously not my fault. I use his account to play UNO. I didn't find out until recently that I can talk to my friends without using his account. Now he's talking about putting a code on my thing so that only he can get on. Good luck buddy. I already thought ahead of you long time ago. I can't do anything without them hogging me. Then my ma already has this stupid plan to have me sent away. What the fuck! I can't stand this family. I have no freedom at all. I only have 2 more years of this crap and then things will go on my terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;The Regular Bull&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Here is what I found out recently...Brandon moved away to Boston. He didn't even say good bye or anything. I had to find out through Stephy. I didn't get a call or a text or even an email. Like what the hell man! Guess he really didn't give a fuck about me at all then. But then again what else is new? After all the bad relationships I have been through did I expect that one to really go anywhere? Of course not. My sister and I were talking about it and she agrees with me that I have been taken for granted and hurt a lot. "You need someone who is going to take care of&lt;b&gt; you. &lt;/b&gt;That's what you need," is what she said to me. I agree Sis I do. But what more can a girl do? Uh plus the situation I'm in that only you really know about that is getting worst and worst by the hours passing by.-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And the family Bull&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I am excitied about one main thing of course. My "How to Kill an Emo Kid" got a really high grade in my college class. I was really happy because he (being my college teacher Dr. Koo) loved it. Now my family....not that happy of course. Well then again my family doesn't seem to care that much about anything like that because I guess they are use to it. After all, I am their "A- High Honor Roll daughter". My dad thinks its great but my mom....not so much. The only thing my mom said about me getting good grades (I got all A's on my last report card) was that she was going to team up with my Grandpa and my Dad to buy me a E-reader. Thing is..I want a iPod touch now. I really want one! There is so much I can do with that thing. Well I'm not sure if my mom is going to get me it. And my dad will agree with my mom, but my Grandpa...now that's a different story. My grandpa loves giving me money whether I ask him for it or not. All I have to do is send him my report card and talk to him. Knowing that I have never had a C so far on my report card this year....I can get anything from him at this point. Hell, Grandpa says I deserve it with all the hard work I do. Love you so much grandpa! My grandpa looks from my past and focuses on my present. He loves that I am doing better than most girls my age. And that's why I love my grandpa because he tells me "Good job baby girl, I'm so proud." Every time I talk to him. Now does my mom do that? Nope. So it kind of makes me think she doesn't really care. That's life I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Thoughts About The Forbidden&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hohiho.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/highschooldebutpic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://hohiho.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/highschooldebutpic.jpg" border="0" height="320" src="http://hohiho.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/highschooldebutpic.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He is  always in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;From morning to night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;When I'm laying in my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Things that I shouldn't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;but yet I  still  do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Soon I will hear from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;At least that is what I am hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Because your voice will put my heart at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Your all I really want and need.Though I can't thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I still love thee with all my heart and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And I know that you secretly love me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So I will be waiting fro your secret message&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;with your special little code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And I shall wait till we have our moment together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;in the world we all know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;but yet in our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-1677071835888253919?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/1677071835888253919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=1677071835888253919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1677071835888253919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1677071835888253919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-thought-in-my-mind.html' title='Your the thought in my mind'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8905071591772970027</id><published>2010-04-18T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:17:26.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Shapes And Forms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;My latest creation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;All Shapes and  Forms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #deebf6; font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt; As humans, we have grown far to busy and far  to and far to full of  our selves to walk anywhere because most of the places we need to be  are far away and require a time limit to reach that certain place. Take  school for instance. Children have to be there by at least 8 o'clock.  And if they are late, then there sometimes consequences such as  detention. But it was recently that I noticed that we weren't the only  ones that need to get some where in a hurry.Once, I met this bird,  pigeon to be correct, that takes the train with me everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At  first, I found this to be very strange and yet I didn't think to much of  it. Every morning I would get and sit on the far right seat of the  platform in the seats provided, and at exactly 7:45, he would arrive  walking up the stairs. His small head moving back and forth as he  managed to jump up each flit of stairs. As soon as he made it up   successfully, he would walk his way  next to me and paste himself as he  waited for the train. Everyone else would walk passed  him and move one with their lives. Some would take a glance and then  question it. It was pretty weird to see a bird taking a train. "Don't  birds usually fly? Isn't that why they have wings?" This would be the  general question normal people would ask in their minds. Since&amp;nbsp; it seems  that I'm be-on normal, I decided to ask the bird itself one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey  buddy, where could a bird be going that he couldn't fly there?" I  asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird suddenly turned its head and then shocked me.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse  me?" said a female voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and noticed that no  one was around except for me and this bird. &lt;br /&gt;"Did you just talk?" I  asked the bird. The bird then flapped its wings and jumped up to the  seat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I did. And I'll have you know I'm not a  'Buddy', I'm a female pigeon OK?" the bird said cocking it's head to the  side. Normal people  would had ran away  screaming or declared they  were crazy at this moment. But me, I  stayed right there and apologized to the bird.&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't mean to  offend you...ma'am? But what are you doing taking a train anyway?  Shouldn't you just fly to where you have to go?" I asked politely. The  bird cocked it's head to the side to look for the train.&lt;br /&gt;"Well I  can't reach my job flying if it's underground by flying to it, now can  I?" she replied. I look at her as if what she said had made actual  sense.&lt;br /&gt;" Where do you work if you don't mind me asking?" I said to  her sitting up straight and staring&amp;nbsp; right at her.&lt;br /&gt;"I work at this  newsstand at the 42ND station. I sell candy, newspapers and magazines.  It's not the best job but it puts bread in my stomach." she replied. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  The train slowly arrived and opened it's doors for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;passengers.  The bird and I boarded the train. I offered her a sit next to me and  she  gladly accepted. It was a window seat for two and I figured she  would want to be closer to the  window. I took the seat that was closer to the other 2 way doors.&lt;br /&gt;"  So", I asked," do you have a name?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;Lia-Loni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;Lia-Loni  Folk."&lt;br /&gt;I decided that her name was most uncommon for a bird. But  then again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;Lia-Loni was a hard working talking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;pigeon.  So her name should not be the main thing to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;concern  about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"We're you always able to talk? Or are you some  scientific experiment that broke loose?" I have no idea where that idea  had come from. Maybe it was from the mindless hours in front of the T.V.  that caused me to think of such a dumb question.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, actually. But  it's really hard to  actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;communicate with people who  run away when they hear an animal speak. And trust me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;dating  isn't any easier as well." Lia-Loni sighed and put her head down.  "Plus, at work, people don't really mind me at all. They just ask for  what they want, pay  and then move on. I don't think people even realize that it's my  newsstand."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm guessing you work with someone right?" &lt;br /&gt;"Yes.  This one guy is suppose to be my co-worker. Yet all he does is sleep.  Some people think that he trained me to watch over the newsstand for  him. I'm not a parrot thank you very much."&lt;br /&gt;I found Lia-Loni to be  very comical. Yet I also strangely felt bad for her. I reached my hand  out and brushed her head with my index finger. &lt;br /&gt;"HEY! What are you  doing?" she yelled.&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and lifted my finger. "I'm just  confronting you if that's all right." She calmed down and if  birds  could smile, then she would have a small one. A warm sweet small one.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh,  sorry. I don't meet humans who actually care about me a lot. You can  continue if you like." Lia-Loni said. I continued to stroke her small  head. She coo-ed loudly as I stroked. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I realized I had missed my  stop a long time ago. I didn't really feel  like going to school anyway. I have no friends anyway. I liked hanging  around Lia-Loni more than school anyway. We talked about so many things  such as my life, school and types of food that we enjoyed. For a bird,  she had so much to talk about. After a while we flirted back and forth  with each other. Then out of complete dumb bravery, I asked Lia-Loni "Do  you want me to walk you to work. I'm sure your feet are tired from  walking back and forth all day."&lt;br /&gt;She turned her head and looked at  me. "Yes, yes I would like that very much. But don't you have school?"  she asked me. I brushed school off like it was  nothing.&lt;br /&gt;"I rather  spend my day with someone as interesting as you." I said. Lia-Loni  hopped onto my shoulder as we walked off the train. Though people stared  and gossiped about how they couldn't believe what they were seeing.  Many old ladies nearly fainted and other teenagers like myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;disapproved.  I realized that I was now falling for Lia-Loni, but who's to say who  you can and can't love anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: #deebf6; font-family: tahoma,new york,times,serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xc/92327654.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=77BFBA49EF878921CC759DF4EBAC47D0793520E5CF6D01AF99E943170645F6FC30CB3A94F32B2086" height="370" src="http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xc/92327654.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=77BFBA49EF878921CC759DF4EBAC47D0793520E5CF6D01AF99E943170645F6FC30CB3A94F32B2086" width="383" /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="color: #76a5af; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #76a5af; color: #76a5af;" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8905071591772970027?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8905071591772970027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8905071591772970027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8905071591772970027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8905071591772970027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-shapes-and-forms.html' title='All Shapes And Forms'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-298810398210940533</id><published>2010-04-17T16:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T16:50:10.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Kill an Emo Kid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Things have been going very strange now a days but hey that's life. I wrote this story for my college class and so far so many people like it. After reading it over, I find it semi-funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;How to Kill An Emo Kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;    First things first, there really is no need to sneak up on them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and stab them repeatedly. In fact, no physical damage is needed at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;all. The most important thing to remember is he is already 90% close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;to suicide anyway. You'll take your seat next to him after he has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;invited you to join him by the nearest park or library available to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;you. He will be wearing his usual uniform, tight jeans with chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;hanging by his hip with a graphic t-shirt of his favorite screamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;band. On his feet will be checkered vans or plain high tops sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;destroyed with plenty of dark and depressing poems on the side. His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;hair will be in his face but he will comb it to the side while he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;twists his snake bites. You try not to sigh as his look has gotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;very old and played out. Chose to instead to give a Mona-Lisa smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and take your seat beside him. He won't look you dead in the eye just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;yet because he is afraid of making you feel annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He says "Thanks for coming."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Glance up from staring at your nails and say "Yeah, whatever." Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;continue to look at your fingers as if you had just grown them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He'll look at you and get the feeling that you don't want to be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That you wouldn't want to bothered with his problems. He will feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;like a burden to you. Don't discourage this feeling. Take control of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;it and use it to your advantage. This is what will help you later in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;this course. He sighs and begins his monologue about his "depressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;life" and "how no one understands him". Maintain from chuckling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;because this is only the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He'll say: "Nobody loves me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Say: "Maybe nobody should."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He will look at you with this strange glare. It is unusual for someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;to agree to what he has to say but this will be well needed for this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;assignment. You maintain your facial expression as the day goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Feeding him with sympathy will only make the emo kid live longer. You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;must kill him with your own tainted kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;He'll then say:"Everyone I meet hates me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Say: "Maybe your a jackass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The tears will start then. He will cry enough tears to fill the Nile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;River in Egypt. You begin to stand as prepare yourself to leave. You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;dust off your clothes from the dirt left on the seat and make your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;to the exit. He grips your wrist and demands to know where your going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The tough guy act isn't new to you. You've seen this before. You look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;him dead in his eyes and say, "Home." You've noticed that he hasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;let go by so you stand your ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"You don't care about me anymore. All you care about is yourself." He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;will complain. "You rather watch be somewhere else then with your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;boyfriend wouldn't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Look at him and say: "Frankly, I believe that your the one who cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;about nothing other than yourself. You talk more about your non-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;existing problems more than anything else. I rather be with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;who saw the world half full then half empty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;His tears will continue to fall now with anger. He wants you to care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;about him, feel sorry for him and destroy yourself with him. He lets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;you go and pulls out a razor. He places it near his neck closer then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;he has before. This is just to scare you a little. You feel pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;to stay but you know that this is the right thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;" So I'm correct to say that no one loves me. You don't even listen to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;what I have to say at all." He will say trying once last time to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;convince you to stay bringing the blade closer and closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Turn back to him and say: "Listen, I have to go watch paint dry. It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;over." Then walk away. He will stand there as the razor has slipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;from his hands. Not knowing that it had indeed cut into his skin and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;causing him to bleed continuously. He is too dumbfounded to notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;that pints and pints of blood is being spilled onto the floor. He will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;just continue to stare at you as leave. You see it is not you at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;that kills the emo kid personally. It is the emo kid that kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cia80Rhofkc/R1WAKrpeDsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/aXVH3Qj46ow/s400/break-up.jpg" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cia80Rhofkc/R1WAKrpeDsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/aXVH3Qj46ow/s400/break-up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-298810398210940533?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/298810398210940533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=298810398210940533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/298810398210940533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/298810398210940533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-have-been-going-very-strange-now.html' title='How to Kill an Emo Kid...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cia80Rhofkc/R1WAKrpeDsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/aXVH3Qj46ow/s72-c/break-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8458884413935111817</id><published>2010-04-15T13:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T14:16:09.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Caged Bird in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I can't tell you just how stupid I actually feel right now. Maybe if I try to explain it then maybe most of you will understand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There was once a girl who loved all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Who was chained to her past love by the end of their love's fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Her parents indeed thought this was a good choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"No other boy is allowed in your heart!" said her father's voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But her old love has found a new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;dragging her along as if on cue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So she sits by his side as his happiness goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And sings the caged bird unhappy little song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"And so I say adieu,my dear sweet lover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;since you have found another,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;best rest a sure, I am still here,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;heartbroken, alone, and filled with sorrow till the day I cannot take in air."&lt;/span&gt;/Users/student/Desktop/chained_girl.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8458884413935111817?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8458884413935111817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8458884413935111817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8458884413935111817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8458884413935111817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/04/caged-bird-in-love.html' title='The Caged Bird in love...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-573358327645359848</id><published>2010-04-10T20:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:50:39.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If we never meet again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;this entry was long overdue due to the fact I couldn't find a video of the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;** &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;My Date&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I went on a date with Brandon yesterday. I was really happy that day. All I could think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; was being with him and hanging out with him. I was walking with Stephy and as were walking closer to the train station, I noticed that he was right there looking t us. I wouldn't be surprised since we talk really loud. He was really cute just like his picture. And since I really don't own a picture of him so I can show you, I'll describe him to you. Brandon is really tall, well just imagine me and a midget on my shoulder. He's really chubby in the stomach but his legs aren't. He's like a big teddy bear basically. So anyway there he was wearing a brown hat that said "Big B" on the side with a brown hoddie, blue jeans and tan Timberlands. At first, Stephy didn't see him but I did and I waved at him. After being "introduced", we walked to the library to drop off our books. Walking there, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. It was really sweet. Brandon and Stephy were talking about how their lives in the future. Stephy was saving up for a place with her god-sister while Brandon wanted to get out of this state. I couldn't blame either of them. Living in New York really isn't that glamorous if you lived like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Brandon also talked about getting a car (a sports car mostly white....I haven't a clue why) and told Stephy that she could ride with him if she had gas money. I, wouldn't have to pay at all. :) Getting to the library, I returned all of my "textbooks" and owe the library $6.00. I didn't have enough to pay for it and I didn't want to ask Brandon to pay for it so I smiled at the lady and said thank you as we left. We then headed back to Papa Johns where we got something to eat. I was expecting to pay but Brandon bought the food for us. I thought it was so cute. I hugged him and we kissed a bit there but not so much. Brandon was really playful with me. He joked around a lot and made laugh. It was really fun to date someone like my friends at school.&amp;nbsp; Me and Brandon had went across the street to get juice for all of us and like Stephy dreamed, we came back smiling. We headed to the park and chilled there. Again he was really playful and really sweet. The only problem was my sister kept trying to get our attention but we were really wrapped up in each other. The only bad part about it was wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;en we had to leave. I was really sad and depressed. I almost cried in front of him. I didn't want to leave his arms. I wanted to sit right there and wait for the next day to come. Eventually,&amp;nbsp; I did get up and walked back to the train station. My sister was really happy to see us holding hands for some strange reason. I will not ask why cause there might be a long novel behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Sitting in the train station after realizing that the day was over and I probably wasn't going to see him for a while made me feel horrible. After he left to his train I walked up and sat down and cried. I cried all the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn245/kari_the_brave/animegirl22-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="animegirl22-1.jpg image by kari_the_brave" border="0" class="media" galleryimg="no" height="320" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i306.photobucket.com/albums/nn245/kari_the_brave/animegirl22-1.jpg" style="height: 400px; width: 339px;" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The Aftermath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So here I am listening to music, laying down in bed and what not thinking about when I am going to see him again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wake up and think about&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;how much time there is between when I'm going to see him and when I was going&amp;nbsp; to go insane.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I have songs that play in my head constantly as the hours go by. Songs like "If we ever meet again", "OMG", etc. But they are not helping lol. That's life for you..that's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qv0AzXDOzSA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qv0AzXDOzSA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-573358327645359848?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/573358327645359848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=573358327645359848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/573358327645359848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/573358327645359848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-we-never-meet-again.html' title='If we never meet again...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-1672859074854582167</id><published>2010-04-05T18:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:37:23.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Second Cousin....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish I knew you but I don't...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish I remembered you but I don't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still knowing that you loved me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;makes me feel like crap because I dont remember loving&amp;nbsp; you...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still even though your gone...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will always love and miss you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o113/HeadBangerCh1ck/Anime%20Girls/animegirlbigger.jpg" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o113/HeadBangerCh1ck/Anime%20Girls/animegirlbigger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-1672859074854582167?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/1672859074854582167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=1672859074854582167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1672859074854582167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1672859074854582167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-my-second-cousin.html' title='To my Second Cousin....'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o113/HeadBangerCh1ck/Anime%20Girls/th_animegirlbigger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-2317764655688131309</id><published>2010-04-05T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:56:54.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Houstatlantavegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I love the songs on my mp3 right about now. Especially the song "My Chick Bad" The song should/is my theme song. Everything in that song applies to me. Yes I'm being full of myself but I love that song. It's the shit! Of course that's not the only one but it's one of the top 5. Every guy that has dated me should assign that song as my ring tone for when I call. And if your one of them (and you know who you are...)go do it. Now! then come back and finish this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The other top songs on my mp3 are the following:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Won't go Quietly-Example&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-So9lXFt5rM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-So9lXFt5rM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Houstatlantavegas-Drake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y7CTlBUsmHs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y7CTlBUsmHs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love King-Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YoDpuafrJG0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YoDpuafrJG0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Nothing on You-B.o.B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PTDv_szmL0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PTDv_szmL0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fall for you type-Drake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXFdnk7eMR0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXFdnk7eMR0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I love these songs with a passion and I'm always singing them. No matter what I'm doing. And I wont stop until I find other stuff to sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow Jam Dreams (if you want to respond to this...please do)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I've been thinking of you lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://deculture101.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/mio-headphones.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://deculture101.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/mio-headphones.jpg" border="0" height="240" src="http://deculture101.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/mio-headphones.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Letting my thoughts run in and out of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Wishing you were here with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; laying in my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; But I guess this slow jam will do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;for the time that I can't be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Hugging onto my pillow listening to Usher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Singing about how he can love no other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That's how I feel about you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;and that's always going to be true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Twisting and turning while listening to Estelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;pleaded for her lover to come over to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wanting and needing you to be here with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But for now...that my love...can not be....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-2317764655688131309?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/2317764655688131309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=2317764655688131309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2317764655688131309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2317764655688131309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/04/houstatlantavegas.html' title='Houstatlantavegas'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-7857488803138841186</id><published>2010-03-26T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:26:40.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To mi amor...(private message)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Lyrics from the heart...to you&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Baby"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;You know you love me,I know you care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Just shout whenever, And I'll be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;You want my love, You want my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And we will never ever ever be apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Are we an item? Girl quit playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Were just friends, What are you saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Said theres another, Look right in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;My first love broke my heart for the first time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And I was like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby, baby, baby ohhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Like baby, baby, baby noo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Like baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought youd always be mine mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Like baby, baby, baby noo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Like baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought youd always be mine,mine (oh oh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;For you, I would have done whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And I just can't believe, we ain't together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And I wanna play it cool, But I'm losin' you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And im in pieces, Baby fix me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And just shake me til' you wake me from this bad dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Im going down, down, down, dooown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And I just cant believe my first love would be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And I'm like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Like baby, baby, baby noo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Like baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought youd always be mine, mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Like baby, baby, baby noo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Like baby, baby, baby ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; I thought youd always be mine, mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Luda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; When I was 13, I had my first love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; There was nobody that compared to my baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; And nobody came between us or could ever come above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; She had me goin' crazy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Oh I was starstruck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; She woke me up daily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Don't need no Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; She made my heart pound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; And skip a beat when I see her in the street and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; At school on the playground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; But I really wanna see her on the weekend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; She know she got me gazin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Cuz she was so amazin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; And now my heart is breakin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; But I just keep on sayin'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Like baby, baby, baby noo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Like baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; I thought youd always be mine, mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Like baby, baby, baby noo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Like baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; I thought youd always be mine, mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt; &lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; (I'm gone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Yeah, yeah, yeah (6x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; (Now Im all gone, now im all gone, now im all gone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Gone, gone, gone,(gone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; I'm gone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Do It"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're standing at the door&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to the floor&lt;br /&gt;You look even better than you did before&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at my feet&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I can do this&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while but I couldn't forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[BRIDGE:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little look has got me feeling things&lt;br /&gt;Just a little touch has got me seeing things&lt;br /&gt;Just a little taste has got me off the chains&lt;br /&gt;Doing things that I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it like you do it to me (I'm burning up)&lt;br /&gt;Do it like you do it to me (it's not enough)&lt;br /&gt;Do it like you do it to me just open up&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know how much I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting real close and I can feel your breath&lt;br /&gt;I wanna touch your hand but I lay back&lt;br /&gt;'cause you know this thing could spiral in the night&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my mind I'm ready for you this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting real close I can feel your breath&lt;br /&gt;I wanna touch your hand but I lay back&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting real close I can feel your breath&lt;br /&gt;I wanna touch your hand I cannot fight it off&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'll Be Waiting"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;He broke your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; He took your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; You're hurt inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Because there's a hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; You need some time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; To be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Then you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; What you always know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I'm the one who really loves you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I've been knocking at your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Whenever you need me, I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I've seen you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I feel your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Can I make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I realized there's no end inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Yet still I'll wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; For you to see the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I'm the one who really loves you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I can't take it anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Whenever you need me, I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; You are my only I've ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; That makes me feel this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Couldn't on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I want to be with you until we're old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; You have the love you need right in front of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Please come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: normal;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Whenever you need me, I'll be there&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-7857488803138841186?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/7857488803138841186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=7857488803138841186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7857488803138841186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7857488803138841186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-mi-amorprivate-message.html' title='To mi amor...(private message)'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-2952198928173481175</id><published>2010-03-20T18:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:26:24.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I break, I break I BREAK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This week has been hell for me. It surprises me just how fucked up people can be. I thought that certain people that I met would understand me and understand that all that glitters ain't gold but stupid me, I was so fucking wrong. But you know what...Screw it. Screw it all. I have so much more shit to deal with then you. I really do. I don't know what your problem is, but you really need to fix yourself. Cause once you cross the line with me, that's it. I'm gone. Ask anyone. In the word of Mariah Carey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And  no super glue can fix this sh**&lt;br /&gt;When I break I break I break&lt;br /&gt;Not even a welder and a builder could rebuild this sh**&lt;br /&gt;When I break I break I break&lt;br /&gt;Not even a nail technician with a whole lot of gel and acrylic&lt;br /&gt;Can fix this when I break, I break&lt;br /&gt;If we were two Lego blocks&lt;br /&gt;Even the Harvard University graduating class of 2010&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t put us back together again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yui-u padding-left border-left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The funny thing about all this shit is that most people think I'm joking when I throw people out my life. Ask about what happened to Jovani when I tossed his ass after he used me and shit. The boy is gone. Deleted from my phone, deleted from my email, deleted from my life. So if that's where you want to be, then let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yui-u padding-left border-left"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-2952198928173481175?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/2952198928173481175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=2952198928173481175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2952198928173481175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2952198928173481175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-break-i-break-i-break.html' title='When I break, I break I BREAK!!'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-7589595819618441337</id><published>2010-03-13T18:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:58:26.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In this life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;Another poem I wrote for class...comment please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;With the faint of her voice &lt;br /&gt;she tends to dream&lt;br /&gt;of a world unseen but it becomes &lt;br /&gt;alive,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling to  inspire those who seem below.&lt;br /&gt;He  listens to the words she tends to say&lt;br /&gt;in promise to keep her love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is their love still breathing?&lt;br /&gt;Can she chose not to faint when she is bleeding  passion through the cuts in her skin,&lt;br /&gt;or are the scars a mere dream of hers so&lt;br /&gt;she can blame those within?&lt;br /&gt;The will to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;Inspire the followers and give false hope.&lt;br /&gt;With each truthful small voice tear she tries to  say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say what you will" he says with anger &lt;br /&gt;as his old nature faints,&lt;br /&gt;"the dream has faded into a dark Tim Burton nightmare."&lt;br /&gt;she's slowly dying and yet he wants  her to stay alive, &lt;br /&gt;Cause she can  love the un-loveable,&lt;br /&gt;cause she can  inspire the un-inspirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inspire me!" he yells,&lt;br /&gt;"Speak up! Don't let you voice faint! Be heard!"&lt;br /&gt;"But I rather dream" she whispers, "at least there,&lt;br /&gt;it feels more alive, love,&lt;br /&gt;at least there it feels like I don't  have to say a thing..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;A dream, he thinks to himself, but  what more can a dream do?&lt;br /&gt;Can it  stop her body from a faint?&lt;br /&gt;Can it  keep her alive as she falls into darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Will it inspire her to live for the sake of it?&lt;br /&gt;Will it tell her that it loves her?  No, &lt;br /&gt;cause no dream has anything  to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is his final  dream within the next night which he loves his love.&lt;br /&gt;Was it fate? Maybe, but nothing could had inspire  her to stay, no not a single world he could say.&lt;br /&gt;She needed to feel alive, as the old saying would  go and faint into a new destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #677788; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-7589595819618441337?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/7589595819618441337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=7589595819618441337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7589595819618441337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7589595819618441337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-this-life.html' title='In this life...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6568968644641415292</id><published>2010-03-03T13:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:45:25.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tortoise and The Hare</title><content type='html'>I had to do this college assignment to write a stupid blank verse poem that I have NO skills in what so ever. I'm not even sure if I did the damn thing right. Anyway the poem is about my brother and I racing. I was winning until, I hit a green pole, making him win. Go on anf laugh cause to me it pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tortoise and The Hare&lt;br /&gt;By: Cierra Patterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the day stand still till I cannot breathe anymore&lt;br /&gt;and take me away as the air rushes by me in true victory.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot catch me for I am too quick, too fast&lt;br /&gt;for any humans grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the sand brushing through your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;There are small obstacles,&lt;br /&gt; but I still slip right through escaping from you,&lt;br /&gt;using nothing but my natural human abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air is clear as it brushes my face &lt;br /&gt;letting my eyes drift into silent havens of their own&lt;br /&gt;The ground below my feet, &lt;br /&gt;being paved by the dark marks of rubber with little slanted squares&lt;br /&gt;like unwanted tattoos of the new born summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like a sudden shock of cruel reality, the feeling of pain endures&lt;br /&gt;The color of the green pole blurs into my vision &lt;br /&gt;as  awake to you standing ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;with the smile like a catfish.&lt;br /&gt;You are the tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;and I,&lt;br /&gt;the hare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6568968644641415292?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6568968644641415292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6568968644641415292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6568968644641415292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6568968644641415292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/03/tortoise-and-hare.html' title='The Tortoise and The Hare'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-595655110073676176</id><published>2010-02-27T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:17:25.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I really don't know why you love me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I can't believe just how many songs make me feel hyper and make me dance in my house which is funny to me at times...The song I love right now...Rude Boy by Rihanna. I love the song so damn much right now.The song is so sexy and I'm glad Rihanna went back to her roots. See for yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e82VE8UtW8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e82VE8UtW8A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the weird thing about guys. They are very weird creatures but they love the same...at least the sane ones do. Unknown and Darkness had no idea who each other was, but after a couple of texts back and forth, things seemed to make more sense. The funny thing about it is, the are jealous of each other but I haven't the slightest idea why.Each are two different people born in the same month, in the same year but are two different horoscope signs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Let me explain....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Unknown/Riku/whatever you wanna call him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Age:N/A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;D.O.B: Feburary 1,1993&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Horoscope sign: Aquarius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Personality: Laid back, cocky at times, and somewhat a sweet heart if you can get to know him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt; Best representive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://z.about.com/d/animatedtv/1/0/d/S/boondocksHuey500.jpg" height="200" src="http://z.about.com/d/animatedtv/1/0/d/S/boondocksHuey500.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Darkness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Age: 17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;D.O.B: Feburary 25,1993&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Horoscope sign: Piescs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Personality: Very emotional, modest and and is overall a gentle men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Best representive.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://ui10.gamespot.com/1705/gaarabyhiruka00_2.jpg" height="311" src="http://ui10.gamespot.com/1705/gaarabyhiruka00_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;These boys share very little in common except for one thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;They love me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;and will damage themselves mentally and physically for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;which I appericate very much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you boys:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iK9Iio7WgaI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iK9Iio7WgaI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anime-wallpapers.com/images/800x600/samurai-champloo-kiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://anime-wallpapers.com/images/800x600/samurai-champloo-kiss.jpg" border="0" height="300" src="http://anime-wallpapers.com/images/800x600/samurai-champloo-kiss.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Unlike Samuari Champloo,...these guys don't wanna kill each other...&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;AND THIS WOULDN'T HAPPEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-595655110073676176?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/595655110073676176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=595655110073676176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/595655110073676176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/595655110073676176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-dont-know-why-you-love-me.html' title='I really don&apos;t know why you love me...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-5441342836876053695</id><published>2010-02-25T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:17:50.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Playlist of Past Productions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Today is Darkness's 17th birthday. Happy birthday sweet heart! I hope that today you do have a great day and that you make as special as you want to make it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u305/101chobits/happy%20birthday/hbminicake.jpg" height="238" src="http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u305/101chobits/happy%20birthday/hbminicake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;The Play List&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I haven't the slightest idea why but I really love this song Prototype by Andree 3000 all of a sudden. And that's not the only one. I have this play list in my head that has suddenly formed out of no where. Well, that's a lie because I remember most of these songs for certain reasons. Like the main reason being...the famous Mr.Unknown. Which is really funny to me since I have recently started talking to him again. The only person that should remember these songs, is him and him only.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The first song is...For The Love Of You by Isley Brothers aka the first song I gave him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kd2sOqbIcaM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kd2sOqbIcaM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The next song is...One thing by Amerie....this song was from the movie HITCH, which is I believe one of Unknown favorites...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbqVg_23otg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbqVg_23otg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The next song is....Make Me Better by Fabolous and Ne-yo, this was one of the first songs he gave to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GDJPYg2qLFw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GDJPYg2qLFw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I really love this song for some reason.. and that song is Prototype...Think you can figure it out? Comment about that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJpw00bABZU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJpw00bABZU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This last song...is actually the MOST remember-able song for both of us. Why? Cause this song is one of the two that actually surprised me when he gave it to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sSakIqo8yN8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sSakIqo8yN8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; The last song....is my favorite song... It's Eye to Eye by Tevin Campbell from the Goofy movie...if you noticed, the other one was by him too and from that movie as well. Everyone should know this song....but Unknown and I know it...personally...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DVUwWZfzMw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1DVUwWZfzMw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;This playlist always makes me smile and laugh and be filled with love...cause I know the person who helped make this playlist put his heart into each song. Thank you very much. Speaking of which, I haven't had a comment from him in a while... I wonder if he still reads this...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-5441342836876053695?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/5441342836876053695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=5441342836876053695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5441342836876053695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5441342836876053695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/02/playlist-of-past-productions.html' title='The Playlist of Past Productions...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u305/101chobits/happy%20birthday/th_hbminicake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-1683030288356441761</id><published>2010-02-23T17:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:32:03.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Unknown,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked up each of these songs for you because they were they last songs I listened to after last night....each one reminded me of you and/or a memory we had shared together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjLaH1xcI28&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yjLaH1xcI28&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/43XWafBLJIM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/43XWafBLJIM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EX8sjbsJj-I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EX8sjbsJj-I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeiFF0gvqcc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeiFF0gvqcc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 338px; height: 261px;" alt="http://cyberlens.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/long_distance_relationship.jpg" src="http://cyberlens.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/long_distance_relationship.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-1683030288356441761?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/1683030288356441761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=1683030288356441761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1683030288356441761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1683030288356441761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-unknown.html' title='Dear Unknown,'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-782264098928421839</id><published>2010-02-20T16:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:27:33.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Issy's Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Issy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hope you get this...my dream was  about us...you were talking to me about something and you  started...crying. I took hold of your face and whispered everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; will be okay and you hugged me tightly...crying in one shoulder. you looked up at me and I wiped a tear from your eye and said don't worry I'm here now... and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" &gt; asked me...to kiss you...after we were done I had a time lapse and next thing I knew I was wiping a tear from your eye but...it was our...wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" &gt;This had made me cry when I received this afternoon. I couldn't help but feel so bad for him. We had been through a lot together and to be honest, if I could change anything that happened between us....I'd do it all again. If your reading this Issy(which chances are u are) Then i want you to know that I am very sorry for all the pain I had caused you and I want you to know that I will always keep you in my heart. You mean a lot to me and hopefully you will find real happiness whether it's with me or without me. I will always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-N3bu!@ S@pph!43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://image.hotdog.hu/_data/members0/228/193228/images/Anime%20love/anime_couple22.jpg" src="http://image.hotdog.hu/_data/members0/228/193228/images/Anime%20love/anime_couple22.jpg" style="color: blue; cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" height="370" width="483" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(1, 99, 179);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-782264098928421839?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/782264098928421839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=782264098928421839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/782264098928421839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/782264098928421839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/02/issys-dream.html' title='Issy&apos;s Dream...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-2081096752359865925</id><published>2010-02-19T17:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:49:39.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All you have to do is say yes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this week has been really hectic for a bunch of reasons...&lt;br /&gt;Reasons that are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a argument with Darkness over stupid bull crap that really shouldn't have mattered but it did, and it made me cry the entire time we argued...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really want to talk to Riku more because his advice really does give me a sense of relaxation but I can't call him and he's never really online.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have this weird feeling that something bad is going to happen but I'm not when but I do know it has something to do with the following people: Darkness, Manny, Stephy and Me...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a craving for fruit and chocolate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I really hate crying but I also hate letting Darkness hear me cry so I tried not to yesterday, even though our argument was over. I layed down in my bed that night and had a dream bout making it up to him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Make-Up Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Music: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Say Yes by Floetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Uu36t0V2UA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Uu36t0V2UA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Location: My living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Time: around...5 or 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Darkness was sitting on the couch next to me not saying a word. I stare into his face after having an weird moment of silence. I had began to feel a rush of my love for him as he just sat there. My mom and my brother, both not home due to other things that they had planned and in trusted us to talk.  The music slowly comes on as our eyes meet. I touched his face feeling the slight smoothness of his skin. He had shaved before he had gotten here, which is a turn-on. I lean in to kiss him slowly and gently letting my lips barely hit his but still there is  a touch. We move in closer letting our heavy breathing intertwine. I slowly rise so that I'm sitting in in his lap. My hands wrapped around his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist. I let my kisses trail down to his neck creating a road with my tongue. He lays his head on my shoulder and allows me to continue. I began to kiss his neck all over while lifting up his shirt from behind. I let my finger tips trace his spine which causes him to moan in pleasure. I remove his shirt while still kissing his lips. He removes mines as well. He begins to kiss my neck and bites it. I tilt my head letting his lips taste the edge of my skin. I bring his lips back to mine because I know what he thinks this is going. he begins to say words but I silence him with a kiss. The make out process begins again as he reaches to remove more. I let him. He brings me closer towards him. I scratch at his skin which awakens every skin cell there. He pulls his head back allowing me more access. I bite his neck. The sounds of pleasure releases from him. Then before I even notice it, his skin is touching mine...But we aren't letting our desire take us to a sinfully wonder. We aren't on the couch anymore. I notice that the room has changed. For it is mines. And the room is slightly darker than before. The floor was a soft mattress and the ceiling was green. We were laying in my bed. Just laying there. Tracing each others skin. His deep brown eyes staring into mine. Just holding each other, drifting into a world we created on our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 357px; height: 267px;" alt="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/Sandalius_Wolf/Anime%20Couples/animecouple-togetherinbed.jpg" src="http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/Sandalius_Wolf/Anime%20Couples/animecouple-togetherinbed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-2081096752359865925?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/2081096752359865925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=2081096752359865925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2081096752359865925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2081096752359865925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-you-have-to-do-is-say-yes.html' title='All you have to do is say yes...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/Sandalius_Wolf/Anime%20Couples/th_animecouple-togetherinbed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6868888776121480131</id><published>2010-02-16T17:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:23:28.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want no one but you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/S/SW/SWE/SWEETLY13COLORED/1219169184_1559_full.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 238px;" src="http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/S/SW/SWE/SWEETLY13COLORED/1219169184_1559_full.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ever had one of those days when you just need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;attention from a special person but that kind of can't be with you at that moment of time. You feel really lonely and you know you have other people who could help you out, but you don't want them. You want that special person?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since my Valentines Day kept getting interrupted a lot, I have this need to be with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;boyfriend. Like all I want to do is be with him and nobody else. No offense but I love talking to my sister and I love hanging out with everyone else but I really want my boyfriend. I want to be held, kissed, and loved by him. The only thing is, he's a little busy. Sometimes he's babysitting, sometimes it's his game and sometimes it's other random people and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; issues. I'm not trying to sound selfish but I get so lonely....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister wasn't helping when we were talking before. Every time she mentioned about Manuel, I thought of Darkness and how I wanted him badly. So she let me call him but he was busy. I'm not sure if he heard me or not but I was whining over the phone "Baby I need you, I want you..." but I guess since he was using his house phone, he couldn't hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Maybe Janet could say how I feel much better than I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GYK_pPJaWEg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GYK_pPJaWEg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6868888776121480131?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6868888776121480131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6868888776121480131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6868888776121480131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6868888776121480131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-no-one-but-you.html' title='I want no one but you....'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-6874811161353625864</id><published>2010-02-12T19:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:39:25.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>♥Valentines Day♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; To all my friends and love ones who are/aren't having or going to have a great Valentines Day, this is for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://s301.photobucket.com/albums/nn41/my-spacecomments/Images/Valentines_Day_Comments/Anime_Valentines_Day_Comments/images/anime-valentine-comment-08.gif" src="http://s301.photobucket.com/albums/nn41/my-spacecomments/Images/Valentines_Day_Comments/Anime_Valentines_Day_Comments/images/anime-valentine-comment-08.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manny&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;(who'll never see this..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.getonmyspace.com/Images/Valentines_Day_Comments/Anime_Valentines_Day_Comments/images/anime-valentine-comment-17.gif" src="http://www.getonmyspace.com/Images/Valentines_Day_Comments/Anime_Valentines_Day_Comments/images/anime-valentine-comment-17.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CJ&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;(I thought it was really cute....nothing personal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.zoodu.com/userpics/unique-glitter-valentines/anime20.gif" src="http://www.zoodu.com/userpics/unique-glitter-valentines/anime20.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Riku/Issy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://members.iinet.net.au/~toh/Aik/anime/valentine08/valentine09.jpg" src="http://members.iinet.net.au/%7Etoh/Aik/anime/valentine08/valentine09.jpg" height="370" width="285" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best for last....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darkness&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.foroswebgratis.com/imagenes_foros/1/4/9/2/3/609120Naruto%20y%20hinata%20fox.jpg" src="http://www.foroswebgratis.com/imagenes_foros/1/4/9/2/3/609120Naruto%20y%20hinata%20fox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 353px; height: 264px;" alt="http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/L-br2GmNpHw/hqdefault.jpg" src="http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/L-br2GmNpHw/hqdefault.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Happy Valentines Day to EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 439px; height: 339px;" alt="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs13/f/2007/044/6/e/Hinata_Valentine_by_Fiatan.png" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs13/f/2007/044/6/e/Hinata_Valentine_by_Fiatan.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5van-kBmHlI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5van-kBmHlI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-6874811161353625864?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/6874811161353625864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=6874811161353625864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6874811161353625864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/6874811161353625864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='♥Valentines Day♥'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8587354105734690322</id><published>2010-02-10T22:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:19:32.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love that Can't Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s927.photobucket.com/albums/ad115/Neby999/Decorated%20images/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Mirror_by_Silent_dream.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 386px;" src="http://i927.photobucket.com/albums/ad115/Neby999/Decorated%20images/Mirror_by_Silent_dream.gif" alt="Angel and demon lovers" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8587354105734690322?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8587354105734690322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8587354105734690322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8587354105734690322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8587354105734690322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-that-cant-die.html' title='Love that Can&apos;t Die'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i927.photobucket.com/albums/ad115/Neby999/Decorated%20images/th_Mirror_by_Silent_dream.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-7370448344937443087</id><published>2010-02-05T17:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:37:13.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions Of A Female Scorpio Teenager Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;About the other Scorpio girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me. You know I almost thought that nothing would really get to me now after we did what we did did, then we would actually survive and destroy this "organization" that seems to be after our happiness together....but then again..I can be wrong. Our darkness grows and I guess it's proven to be growing stronger. They recruit more people and they break us down with their tricks and lies and everything that can corrupt the mind. I just really thought....we had finally escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;On a lighter note....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been some songs that I have recently feel in love with...mainly because they make me think of someone very close to my heart, and well because they are really good songs. Such as these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tokyo Nights by Utada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvY07aN7rGY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvY07aN7rGY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Alive by P.O.D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXIWk67vVAQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OXIWk67vVAQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ROCK U! by Ravex ft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" class="description"&gt;Namie Amuro  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCqqTXeeiKo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCqqTXeeiKo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About My Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm currently working on something really special for Darkness and I'm happy to say that it is coming out really well in fact. Hopefully I get to hang out with him on Valentines Day. I use to hate but now, I'm starting to see real progress. I want to celebrate it. I really do. I'm just hoping that we escape the darkness long to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; MAJOR SHOCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting this Monday, I'm taking college classes since I got a 90 on my English regents. And starting this Wednesday, I'm going to be switching my Earth Science class with Living Environment! Yea I really didn't see any of that coming...this week has been amazingly shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Newest Pic For the Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 394px; height: 360px;" alt="http://media-fanart.theotaku.com/623050-20090807115925.jpg" src="http://media-fanart.theotaku.com/623050-20090807115925.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-7370448344937443087?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/7370448344937443087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=7370448344937443087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7370448344937443087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7370448344937443087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/02/confessions-of-female-scorpio-teenager.html' title='Confessions Of A Female Scorpio Teenager Part 3'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-5157204996423010330</id><published>2010-01-31T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:17:34.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for U!!! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set?.out=jpg&amp;amp;id=ClyXqDZN3hGzyp-IAdR3Mw&amp;amp;size=l" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set?.out=jpg&amp;amp;id=ClyXqDZN3hGzyp-IAdR3Mw&amp;amp;size=l" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/025/d/5/Chibi_couple_by_mokona418.jpg" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs40/f/2009/025/d/5/Chibi_couple_by_mokona418.jpg" height="362" width="362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"With every kiss and every hug, I wish that we will stay in love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs43/300W/f/2009/167/6/d/Chibi_couple_by_mayumi_yue.png" src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs43/300W/f/2009/167/6/d/Chibi_couple_by_mayumi_yue.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Remind you of something??? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs31/300W/f/2008/206/f/a/Anime_Couple_by_Cloudkitty.jpg" src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs31/300W/f/2008/206/f/a/Anime_Couple_by_Cloudkitty.jpg" height="362" width="262" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;YAY Cici-chan is safe in my angel's arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://www.advancedanime.com/pictures/normal_pandaandam.jpg" src="http://www.advancedanime.com/pictures/normal_pandaandam.jpg" height="362" width="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://www.mangabullet.com/galleryimg/2009/10/07/Celestkey-on-07-10-09-at-04-02-10.png" src="http://www.mangabullet.com/galleryimg/2009/10/07/Celestkey-on-07-10-09-at-04-02-10.png" height="362" width="231" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPQawVnpYeY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPQawVnpYeY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Ciciluv/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/2100000/Couples-naruto-2132174-640-480.jpg" src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/2100000/Couples-naruto-2132174-640-480.jpg" height="362" width="482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee97/Darkness123123123123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fromshawn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee97/Darkness123123123123/fromshawn.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s232.photobucket.com/albums/ee97/Darkness123123123123/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fromshawn3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee97/Darkness123123123123/fromshawn3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgmEdap1VI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XhGZJFTs1t8/s400/n642594074_826107_2882.jpg" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgmEdap1VI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XhGZJFTs1t8/s400/n642594074_826107_2882.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://img3.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire1/fc097a8a81b59faac2adc26a1ab9c94c1223954366_full.jpg" src="http://img3.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire1/fc097a8a81b59faac2adc26a1ab9c94c1223954366_full.jpg" height="362" width="259" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-5157204996423010330?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/5157204996423010330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=5157204996423010330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5157204996423010330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/5157204996423010330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-for-u.html' title='Just for U!!! ♥'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3io7aFitvpQ/SXgmEdap1VI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XhGZJFTs1t8/s72-c/n642594074_826107_2882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-7817774791483118971</id><published>2010-01-31T14:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:02:32.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm NOT your toy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;There was nothing really to say about what happened &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; because the people who I would have told...Already know. But to those who are very curious about the evening I had...watch these videos. You'll get a clear image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNmw7b8ik50&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oNmw7b8ik50&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YInKP1NiyO0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuIubAbr_S0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuIubAbr_S0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A wolf in sheep's clothing is still a wolf."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-7817774791483118971?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/7817774791483118971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=7817774791483118971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7817774791483118971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/7817774791483118971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-not-your-toy.html' title='I&apos;m NOT your toy.....'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-2599548583675285370</id><published>2010-01-27T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:18:36.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny And Cute Lucky Star Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_RPZcSZWJo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2599548583675285370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/01/funny-and-cute-lucky-star-moments.html' title='Funny And Cute Lucky Star Moments'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-8443622016066848530</id><published>2010-01-26T17:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:52:04.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chronicles of the 16 single female...aka why I hate waking up now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w263/Shuffle-anime-lover/Goth-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 462px; height: 384px;" src="http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w263/Shuffle-anime-lover/Goth-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm kinda still grounded which kind of sucks. Not only that but I have been single for like 2 weeks and NO ONE has even offered to at least try to get with me. No one. Which kinda makes me feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crush is not helping either. Which is again new to me seeming how I haven't had a crush in over....3 years. And not only that but my crush is 1 year younger than me and a year behind me. But to me, he's a cool guy. Like the things I do and is a great punching bag since nothing really hurts him. And trust me, I'm a very strong chick. But then again whatever. So he knows that I like him but I'm still not quite sure if he likes me or not. Then again....never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are going by so slowly and each day I wake and see the sky of my ceiling I began to wonder what is to become of me now that I have not much to do. What happens after regents? What happens when Valentines Day pops up? Will I still be this way? Dreams of him holding me. Dreams and visions of someone loving me the way I want to be. But then again they are just visions my mind play over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of not really being wanted kinda pickers the soul....doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Videos of the Weeks:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBKbk3h-UWE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VBKbk3h-UWE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IRNYNk2hIxE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IRNYNk2hIxE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xf01tSJ41VQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xf01tSJ41VQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-8443622016066848530?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/8443622016066848530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=8443622016066848530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8443622016066848530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/8443622016066848530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/01/chronicles-of-16-single-femaleaka-why-i.html' title='Chronicles of the 16 single female...aka why I hate waking up now...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-1568132187928632818</id><published>2010-01-25T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:09:18.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Daria? *shock*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_JvoQIFb0/S136OTHm0KI/AAAAAAAAATE/MT60JMcTUSM/s1600-h/daria01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_JvoQIFb0/S136OTHm0KI/AAAAAAAAATE/MT60JMcTUSM/s320/daria01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430771849235976354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daria was an American animated television series that ran on the cable network MTV from 1997 to 2002. Created by Glenn Eichler and Susie Lewis Lynn, the series about a smart, acerbic, and somewhat misanthropic high school girl was a spin-off of MTV's animated Beavis and Butt-head (1993-1997).&lt;br /&gt;The series was widely praised for versatile storytelling and for well-drawn characters, took many satirical jabs at high-school life, and was full of allusions to and criticisms of popular culture, especially then-current pop music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daria Morgendorffer's first appearances were as an occasional character in Beavis and Butt-head, that featured two comically ignorant and vulgar teenage boys. MTV senior vice president and creative director Abby Terkuhle explained that when that show "became successful, we ... created Daria's character because we wanted a smart female who could serve as the foil."[1] During the final season of Beavis and Butt-head, MTV representatives approached story editor Glenn Eichler, offering a spin-off series for Daria. A five-minute pilot, "Sealed with a Kick", was created by Eichler and Beavis and Butt-head staffer Susie Lewis. MTV gave a greenlight for a series order of 13 episodes. Eichler and Lewis became executive producers.[2]&lt;br /&gt;The first episode of Daria aired on March 3, 1997 (about nine months before Beavis and Butt-head ended its original run). Titled "Esteemsters", it featured Daria and her previously unseen family members settling into their new hometown of Lawndale (having moved from Highland, the setting for Beavis and Butt-head). Now given center stage, Daria's caustic and sardonic personality became stronger.&lt;br /&gt;The series ran for five seasons, with 13 episodes each, and two TV movies were also produced. The first movie, Is It Fall Yet?, aired in 2000. MTV planned a six-episode sixth season, but at Eichler's request this project was cut down to a second movie, Is It College Yet?, which served as the series finale in January 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daria Morgendorffer is the show's eponymous protagonist, who appears in most scenes. Her immediate family and best friend Jane Lane all appear in nearly every episode. There are a number of secondary characters that round out the regular cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daria Morgendorffer&lt;br /&gt;Main article: Daria Morgendorffer&lt;br /&gt;(First appearance: Episode #101, "Esteemsters")&lt;br /&gt;The titular character of the series, Daria is present in every episode and central to almost every plot. Abrasive and sardonic to a terminal degree, Daria's intellectuality and academic insight is often counterbalanced by her pronounced lack of motivation. Although Daria has been involved in school activities and social events, it usually takes bribery from her parents, threats upon her grades by Principal Li, or cajoling by Jane Lane to enlist her participation. Her trademark characteristic is that she rarely changes her facial expression or the tone of her voice, except for a small satisfied smile akin to the Mona Lisa's when she is pleased. Bemused by the world around her, Daria usually reacts to the stupidity of her classmates, faculty and family with a caustic remark, and only lets her emotions show in times of deep frustration. In her spare time, Daria likes to write, but she is often reluctant to make her work public. Daria is voiced by Tracy Grandstaff (although it was once rumored that she was voiced by Janeane Garofalo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is who Daria is.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-1568132187928632818?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/1568132187928632818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=1568132187928632818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1568132187928632818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/1568132187928632818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-is-daria-shock.html' title='Who is Daria? *shock*'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_JvoQIFb0/S136OTHm0KI/AAAAAAAAATE/MT60JMcTUSM/s72-c/daria01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-2517583340286726101</id><published>2010-01-09T17:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:06:30.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It will all get better in time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;No one can really tell when a relationship will end but we all can tell whether or not that relationship was right for them in the first place. And yes it happened again but this time..there is no coming back. I need to learn what's it like to live without the fear of guilt. The fear of not being able to breathe without hearing his voice. I'm learning to know that it's OK to let go when it hurts to hold on. I'm never going to forget about what we had together because he's still my best friend and I love him. Same as always. But like my aunt said "He let you slip away and know he has to live with he fact that. You're a great girlfriend and you'll be okay." Thanks auntie. I think I'll get through this with my friends and what not. I always learn to smile even in the worst situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/km85F_GuloY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/km85F_GuloY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8-4yETaKhw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8-4yETaKhw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 232px; height: 307px; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" alt="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3480/3282954537_41cfb6243d.jpg" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3480/3282954537_41cfb6243d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If I was ever given a chance to go back in time and delete our relationship memory, I won't I'd do it all again, just as I did before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my best friend and I will always love you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;I invested too much in you to let you leave my life without leaving a copyright on you.&lt;br /&gt;That heart is 5o% mines mister!&lt;br /&gt;No one can fix that thing but me...&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be glad to fix it anytime you wish.&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ you Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="outline"&gt;&lt;img class="media" id="fullSizedImage" src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h9/Hyper_Yet_Beautiful/anime%20couples/commissionvaicinebylovehj5-1.jpg" alt="commissionvaicinebylovehj5-1.jpg Emo Anime Couple image by Hyper_Yet_Beautiful" galleryimg="no" style="width: 278px; height: 287px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-2517583340286726101?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/2517583340286726101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=2517583340286726101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2517583340286726101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/2517583340286726101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-will-all-get-better-in-time.html' title='It will all get better in time...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3480/3282954537_41cfb6243d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-4619637204696245683</id><published>2010-01-07T19:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:24:58.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Darkness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ma4SFstzV1o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ma4SFstzV1o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jrOMu-lmfnI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jrOMu-lmfnI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 242px; height: 362px;" alt="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/35/266035/Emo-Graphics.jpg" src="http://media.bigoo.ws/content/35/266035/Emo-Graphics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;That's the thing about love and romance—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;no one can predict where it will take you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love will fill your heart, break your heart and then heal the heart that's broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;~ Robert Fulghum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4520655851054326218-4619637204696245683?l=tainedlovelane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/feeds/4619637204696245683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4520655851054326218&amp;postID=4619637204696245683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/4619637204696245683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4520655851054326218/posts/default/4619637204696245683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tainedlovelane.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-darkness.html' title='For Darkness...'/><author><name>n3bu!@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12931884071588186826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2QcsXCeTyo/TXp4GQ5V08I/AAAAAAAAAV0/eVJGzGgY6Vk/s1600/shiki.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4520655851054326218.post-723759629286382030</id><published>2010-01-01T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:44:58.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One, The Only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LADY GAGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Biography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lady Gaga was a little girl, she would sing along on her mini plastic tape recorder to Michael Jackson and Cyndi Lauper hits and get twirled in the air in daddy’s arms to the sounds of the Rolling Stones and the Beatles. The precocious child would dance around the table at fancy Upper West Side restaurants using the breadsticks as a baton. And, she would innocently greet a new babysitter in nothing but her birthday suit.  &lt;p&gt;It’s no wonder that little girl from a good Italian New York family, turned into the exhibitionist, multi-talented singer-songwriter with a flair for theatrics that she is today: Lady Gaga.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I was always an entertainer. I was a ham as a little girl and I’m a ham today,” says Lady Gaga, 23, who made a name for herself on the Lower East Side club scene with the infectious dance-pop party song “Beautiful Dirty Rich,” and wild, theatrical, and often tongue-in-cheek “shock art” performances where Gaga – who designs and makes many of her stage outfits -- would strip down to her hand-crafted hot pants and bikini top, light cans of hairspray on fire, and strike a pose as a disco ball lowered from the ceiling to the orchestral sounds of &lt;i&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I always loved rock and pop and theater. When I discovered Queen and David Bowie is when it really came together for me and I realized I could do all three,” says Gaga, who nicked her name from Queen’s song “Radio Gaga” and who cites rock star girlfriends, Peggy Bundy, and Donatella Versace as her fashion icons. “I look at those artists as icons in art. It’s not just about the music. It’s about the performance, the attitude, the look; it’s everything. And, that is where I live as an artist and that is what I want to accomplish.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That goal might seem lofty, but consider the artist: Gaga is the girl who at age 4 learned piano by ear. By age 13, she had written her first piano ballad. At 14, she played open mike nights at clubs such as New York’s the Bitter End by night and was teased for her quirky, eccentric style by her Convent of the Sacred Heart School (the Manhattan private school Nicky and Paris Hilton attended) classmates by day. At age 17, she became was one of 20 kids in the world to get early admission to Tisch School of the Arts at NYU. Signed by her 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday and writing songs for other artists (such as the Pussycat Dolls, and has been asked to write for a series of Interscope artists) before her debut album was even released, Lady Gaga has earned the right to reach for the sky. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“My goal as an artist is to funnel a pop record to a world in a very interesting way,” says Gaga, who wrote all of her lyrics, all of her melodies, and played most of the synth work on her album, &lt;i&gt;The Fame&lt;/i&gt; (Streamline/KonLive/Cherrytree/Interscope). “I almost want to trick people into hanging with something that is really cool with a pop song. It’s almost like the spoonful of sugar and I’m the medicine.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On &lt;i&gt;The Fame, &lt;/i&gt;it’s as if&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Gaga took two parts dance-pop, one part electro-pop, and one part rock with a splash of disco and burlesque and generously poured it into the figurative martini glasses of the world in an effort to get everyone drunk with her &lt;i&gt;Fame&lt;/i&gt;. “&lt;i&gt;The Fame&lt;/i&gt; is about how anyone can feel famous,” she explains. “Pop culture is art. It doesn’t make you cool to hate pop culture, so I embraced it and you hear it all over &lt;i&gt;The Fame&lt;/i&gt;. But, it’s a sharable fame. I want to invite you all to the party. I want people to feel a part of this lifestyle.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The CD’s opener and first single, “Just Dance,” gets the dance floor rocking with it’s “fun, L.A., celebratory vibe.” As for the equally catchy, “Boys Boys Boys,” Gaga doesn’t mind wearing her influences on her sleeve. “I wanted to write the female version of Motley Crue’s ‘Girls Girls Girls,’ but with my own twist. I wanted to write a pop song that rockers would like.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Beautiful Dirty Rich” sums up her time of self-discovery, living in the Lower East Side and dabbling in drugs and the party scene. “That time, and that song, was just me trying to figure things out,” says Gaga. “Once I grabbed the reigns of my artistry, I fell in love with that more than I did with the party life.” On first listen, “Paparazzi” might come off as a love song to cameras, and in all honestly, Gaga jokes “on one level it IS about wooing the paparazzi and wanting fame. But, it’s not to be taken completely seriously. It’s about everyone’s obsession with that idea. But, it’s also about wanting a guy to love you and the struggle of whether you can have success or love or both.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gaga shows her passion for love songs on such softer tracks as the Queen-influenced “Brown Eyes” and the sweet kiss-off break-up song “Nothing I can Say (eh eh).” “‘Brown Eyes’ is the most vulnerable song on the album,” she explains. “‘Eh Eh’ is my simple pop song about finding someone new and breaking up with the old boyfriend.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For the new tour for this album, fans will be treated to a more polished version of what they saw (and loved) at her critically acclaimed Lollapalooza show in August 2007 and Winter Music Conference performance in March 2008. “This new show is the couture version of my handmade downtown performance of the past few years. It’s more fine-tuned, but some of my favorite elements to my past shows – the disco balls, hot pants, sequin, and stilettos – will still be there. Just more fierce and more of a conceptual show with a vision for pop performance art.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s been a while since a new pop artist has made her way in the music industry the old-fashioned/grass roots way by paying her dues with seedy club gigs and self-promotion. This is one rising pop star who hasn’t been plucked from a model casting call, born into a famous family, won a reality TV singing contest, or emerged from a teen cable TV sitcom. “I did this the way you are supposed to. I played every club in New York City and I bombed in every club and then killed it in every club and I found myself as an artist. I learned how to survive as an artist, get real, and how to fail and then figure out who I was as singer and performer. And, I worked hard.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gaga adds with a wink in her eye, “And, now, I’m just trying to change the world one sequin at a time.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 247px; height: 250px;" alt="THE FAME MONSTER" src="http://cache.interscope.com/images/local/500/4f39612d-0734-444d-9dbf-0493332fa292.jpg" class="image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 252px; height: 379px;" alt="Bad Romance Video" src="http://cache.interscope.com/images/local/500/d318b789-cf37-4d18-af7d-3be96c958033.jpg" class="image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://cache.interscope.com/images/local/500/dfb7915d-2ebc-4f5e-af09-44dc40737fa1.jpg" src="http://cache.interscope.com/images/local/500/dfb7915d-2ebc-4f5e-af09-44dc40737fa1.jpg" height="362" width="241" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 256px; height: 324px;" alt="gaga2_00038_22i_FL" src="http://cache.interscope.com/images/local/500/89500f7e-2c46-41cc-8c93-b81040093e4e.jpg" class="image" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teeth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhM0GW-P0mo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhM0GW-P0mo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Happy I Could Die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Lx13DESlUg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Lx13DESlUg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Telephone ft. 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We are finally in 2010 and I can't believe how far this blog has come. I write to much I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a horoscope person I should put up your horoscopes for the new year(well so far at least)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 191px; height: 262px;" alt="http://s.bebo.com/app-image/7925228267/5411656627/PROFILE/i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/08/03/21/goth_fairy.jpg" src="http://s.bebo.com/app-image/7925228267/5411656627/PROFILE/i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/08/03/21/goth_fairy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_JvoQIFb0/Sz5X6oDMnSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/M6pdjpelZew/s1600-h/chinese_zodiac___ram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_JvoQIFb0/Sz5X6oDMnSI/AAAAAAAAAR8/M6pdjpelZew/s320/chinese_zodiac___ram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421867666095512866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aries January 2010 Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aries’ L&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;ove &amp;amp; Relationships Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the most harmonious sector for Aries in January 2010, although it promises to be quite "hot". In the first twenty days, Venus in Capricorn seems to be too moody to be sentimentally comfortable. Moreover, it can prove to be tense and rather vulnerable to the bad influences of the Saturn-Pluto square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to wind down! Relaxation will be beneficial to sexual fulfillment as well, considering that retrograde Mars in your house of eroticism can generate frustration, inhibition or other such problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last ten days of January  2010 will be much more favorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aries’ Money &amp;amp; Career Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the Sun in your house of accomplishments, January 2010 makes it reasonable for you to hope for a positive evolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be opportunities  but it's important that you speculate them wisely, especially since retrograde Mercury, located in the same sector, is not always a wise adviser. Maintaining good relationships with collaborators, authorities and superiors is of great importance. Beware that papers, communication, editing, calculations and negotiations will also play an important part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money will be Venus' concern - and it will cope with this responsibility fairly well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Aries’ Physical &amp;amp; Mental Fitness Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With retrograde Mercury (the ruler of your house of health), in the first half of January 2010 it'll be advisable to take better care of your health, to avoid overdoing it and to stay away from stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have as much rest as you can! It's not at all a waste of time, but a means for you to keep your engines in a good functioning mode, capable of efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Mars, the ruler of Aries, will also be retrograde, it's compulsory that you exercise, to use the disharmonious excess of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;Taurus January 2010 Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache2.asset-cache.net/xc/200534955-001.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=EDF6F2F4F969CEBDB0F38E7C59541AB73A7F69D76971C5C6B50FD08E344E55AA9DD67CA1DA4E9F71"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 288px;" src="http://cache2.asset-cache.net/xc/200534955-001.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=EDF6F2F4F969CEBDB0F38E7C59541AB73A7F69D76971C5C6B50FD08E344E55AA9DD67CA1DA4E9F71" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;       &lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Taurus’ Love &amp;amp; Relationships Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't going exactly the way you'd like them to. The ruler of your house of couples (Mars) and the one of sexuality (Mercury) will both be in retrograde movement - Mars all throughout January 2010, and Mercury until January 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll therefore deal with obstacles, delays, inadvertencies or other complications coming from a malfunction of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are situations in which retrogradation isn't harmful: the ones when past love stories come back to atte ntion or they are given another chance or when things left unsolved get clarified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Taurus’ Money &amp;amp; Career Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first twenty days of January 2010, distance can become relevant to work and success, in the shape of business trips or long-distance collaborations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another possibility is that you'll study more complicated or more specialized things, have contact with university or cultural environments, different publications or publishing houses. It's not  exactly easy, but it's necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest satisfactions are foreshadowed for the last ten days, due probably to a promotion or another type of marking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful about money in the first half of January 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Taurus’ Physical &amp;amp; Mental Fitness Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The health will  need monitoring. Your body is no longer as strong as you knew it was, and stress and the household and family problems will undermine your good mood, make you tired and eat up your energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yo urself and if something goes wrong, go to the doctor's immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" align="center"&gt;Gemini January &lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" align="center"&gt;2010 Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs43/300W/f/2009/103/6/b/Sailor_Gemini_contest_by_orpheelin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 328px;" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs43/300W/f/2009/103/6/b/Sailor_Gemini_contest_by_orpheelin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Gemini’s Love &amp;amp; Relationships Horoscope In January 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jupiter, the ruler of Gemini's house of couples, will divide January into two periods: until January 18th, the c limate will be similar to the one in 2009, and after January 18th, once Jupiter enters its exaltation sign, you'll gradually start feeling a change (hopefully, for the better) of rhythm, perspective and even chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't worry in case you won't be very busy or your activity won't be too satisfying until  January 18th 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Gemini’s Money &amp;amp; Career Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun, Venus and Mercury (the ruler of Gemini) in Capricorn will speak about money, business, investments or material advantages that will come from a different source to the monthly paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of some financial implications will leave space to other ways of expression for the planet transits, namely through a risk of crisis or anxiety. The research on hidden, mysterious or taboo  things will either favor you or reveal completely special information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first eighteen days of January 2010 can be complicated. But be happy, because on the 18th January Jupiter will enter your house of career, promising success and expansion for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Gemini’s Physical &amp;amp; Mental Fitness Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't enjoy an overwhelming vitality, but at least you can rely on good physical resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What needs to be watched is the nervous equilibrium (don't overdo it intellectually, take magnesium, lecithin, etc.!) and the prudence during trips and when handling sharp, hot or dangerous objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" align="center"&gt;Cancer January 2010 Horoscope&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_JvoQIFb0/Sz5dHvPuytI/AAAAAAAAASE/-JQ2FrjkgP0/s1600-h/cancer_by_wulfmune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_JvoQIFb0/Sz5dHvPuytI/AAAAAAAAASE/-JQ2FrjkgP0/s320/cancer_by_wulfmune.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421873388923570898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cancer’s Love &amp;amp; Relationships Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, relationships! All your interest will be focused on love, marriage, friendship or other social inter actions. You'll reflect yourself in the others, you'll act together with the others or for the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Venus and the Sun in your house of couples, the thirst for love will be enormous and you'll exert strong sex-appeal to the opposite sex. That does not rule out though a certain amount of stress that can come either by means of faulty communication or some financial misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love or at home, the environment will stay rather tense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Cancer’s Money &amp;amp; Career Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot will be going on around collaborations and contracts, the area in which unexpected evolutions, novelty and surprises can come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be more prudent not to make strong commitments before the second half of January 2010 unless you've analyzed the implications very carefully (or you've asked for advice from somebody competent in the matter) or it's about an older initiative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financially, with retrograde Mars in the house of money, the present decisions can be made a bit too soon and can have important consequences - so be careful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Cancer’s Physical &amp;amp; Mental Fitness Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't  have great planetary support, so you'd better use your physical strength wisely and protect yourself as much as you can against nervous tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid stress, tension and worries, get some rest, eat healthily! Every now and then, it wouldn't hurt if you indulged yourself in small pleasures that could raise your morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last decade will provide a better shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" align="center"&gt;Leo January 2010 Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;h2 style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_JvoQIFb0/Sz5ew-WYDDI/AAAAAAAAASM/GJE4qd-OfS0/s1600-h/leo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3R_JvoQIFb0/Sz5ew-WYDDI/AAAAAAAAASM/GJE4qd-OfS0/s320/leo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421875196864236594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Leo’s Love &amp;amp; Relationships Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it has started the retrogradation movement, Mars in Leo still has enough resources at a passionate and erotic level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is its last period in your house of couples, Jupiter will still be thirsty for love in the first twenty days of January 2010; consequently, its place in your house of couples will be taken by Venus and the Sun. To sum up, January 2010 can be very active relationally speaking but the activity will be rather stormy, and the events can go in any direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore - show much diplomacy, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Leo’s Money &amp;amp; Career Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With retrograde Mars in Leo, it's possible that you'll experience some inhibition at the energetic or action level. Still, this position allows some old initiatives to be retaken, as well as some unsettled or unfinished conflicts or fights to get into attention again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of work, many tasks, much stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financially, the first half of January 2010 can be rather annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Leo’s Physical &amp;amp; Mental Fitness Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy! Retrograde Mars in Leo can manifest either through badly managed actions, restlessness or irritation, either through inactivity, inertia, incapacity to mobilize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to push it and act prudently because there's a certain predisposition towards accidents, acute diseases, infections and inflammations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much exercise is recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="center"&gt;Virgo January 2010 Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 243px; height: 243px;" alt="http://images.elfwood.com/art/i/r/irrimiri/zodiac_virgo_small.jpg" src="http://images.elfwood.com/art/i/r/irrimiri/zodiac_virgo_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Virgo’s Love &amp;amp; Relationships Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planetary agglomeration in Capricorn will turn your senses upside down and will stir your hormones up making them cry for adventure, love and pleasure. Don't pretend you can't hear them and don't let your reason take over! It'd be wrong of you to hope for reason in the first two weeks of January 2010, while Mercury is retrograde. Rely on instincts and you won't be wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, beware of hidden perils, protect yourself and be discrete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Virgo’s Money &amp;amp; Career Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're not in the spotlight, chance will be on your side. You'll benefit from favorable circumstances, you'll be the right person in the right place at the right time and you'll do a good job promoting your image, talent, intelligence, competence, and outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at work will be excellent in the last week of January 2010, when your merits are given credit and even financially rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest, money won't flood in, so it'd be wise if you used your resources moderately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Virgo’s Physical &amp;amp; Mental Fitness Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll enjoy an enviable tonus, both physically, and psychically. Energy and good mood will accompany you all throughout January 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, there'll be nothing to be afraid of; however it wouldn't hurt if you guarded yourself. With retrograde Mars in your house of hidden dangers, you can never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;Libra January 2010 Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 180px; height: 234px;" alt="http://cache2.asset-cache.net/xc/200534985-001.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=EDF6F2F4F969CEBD67F38B251850EF7C3A7F69D76971C5C6C08785D60887A0789DD67CA1DA4E9F71" src="http://cache2.asset-cache.net/xc/200534985-001.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=IWSAsset&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=EDF6F2F4F969CEBD67F38B251850EF7C3A7F69D76971C5C6C08785D60887A0789DD67CA1DA4E9F71" /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;    &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Libra’s Love &amp;amp; Relationships Horosco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;pe In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aroused by the energizing aspects Mars makes - with Jupiter first and then with the Sun and Venus that is crossing your house of Eros - love will have an important say in January 2010 especially in its passionate, sexual aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new love stories, the burning feelings and the adventurous affairs will have more strength than older, steady relationships for which excitement is not what it used to be anymore. The latter ones might end up being on the rocks, especially since they'll be coordinated by Mars, which is now retrograde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Libra’s Money &amp;amp; Career Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your accommodation, the real estates and the patrimony possessions will be at the top of the preoccupations in the first three weeks of January 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promotion and representation initiatives will put you at an advantage all the month, but especially in the last week which, as a matter of fact, seems to be the luckiest, the most productive and satisfying professionally speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group actions will entertain, but they could become troublesome at one point. It's possible that you'll concentrate again on an older, postponed, interrupted or abandoned project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as money is concerned, some surprises are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Libra’s Physical &amp;amp; Mental Fitness Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no reasons to worry about. You might have to cope with more stress, especially in the first three weeks of January 2010, but this will not take its toll on health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you should try to avoid excesses and start eating lighter food, to prevent over soliciting the hepatic-biliary apparatus, high cholesterol or high blood pressure, problems that Jupiter can bring upon you in your house of health in 2010, unless you're careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;Scorpio January 2010 Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="outline"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 415px;" class="media" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y35/Amyko/Anime%20Girls/Zodiac%20Females/Scorpio.jpg" alt="Scorpio.&lt;span class=" error="" id="fullSizedImage" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Scorpio’s Love &amp;amp; Relationships Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love whispers, romantic notes, strolls under the moonlight, or more sensibly, private conversations face to face or over the phone, mails and messages, walks in the city or out of the city at the weekend - they will all have a direct implication in the couple life in the first three weeks of January 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible that you'll tend to rationalize feelings and attractions too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, on January 18th 2010 Jupiter will enter Pisces, seriously tipping the scales in favor of passion and eroticism not only for the last decade, but for all the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Scorpio’s Money &amp;amp; Career Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2010 will be a dynamic month, marked by a lot of procedures, trips, discussions and meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be a completely special interest in career and status but retrograde Mars can oppose some of your initiatives, can cause difficulties with superiors and can also - attention! - affect reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important that you stay within the limits of discipline and that you pay attention to what you say, write, sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financially, you'll be ok, but you'll soon be very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Scorpio’s Physical &amp;amp; Mental Fitness Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your shape will entirely depend on retrograde Mars, which is not only the master of your sign but also of your house of health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time you stopped pushing it and have some medical tests run on you, regardless how well you think you are. After all, why not have the yearly health check right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="center"&gt;Sagittarius January 2010 Horoscope&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in;" alt="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs50/300W/f/2009/260/9/b/NDK___09___Sagittarius_by_zetallis.jpg" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs50/300W/f/2009/260/9/b/NDK___09___Sagittarius_by_zetallis.jpg" height="362" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sagittarius’s Love &amp;amp; Relationships Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships (and not only the couple ones) can have a rather strange development in the first half of January 2010, while Mercury is retrograde. At the same time, it's not excluded that old passions will arouse again or at least you'll get news about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexually too, things seem to be different from before. As the master of your house of eroticism, retrograde Mars can be strangely moody and lustful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, you can expect a stranger month as regards love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sagittarius’s Money &amp;amp; Career Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, theoretically, you're more motivated by the spirit than by material things, and by glory more than by money, time has come for you to take a closer look at your financial situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things are now being measured by the scale of value, profit and profitability, and your accounts might undergo important changes. Plan your expenses carefully and don't waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have some studying to do or an exam to sit, strive for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sagittarius’s Physical &amp;amp; Mental Fitness Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither too, nor very. It'll be less great in the beginning of January 2010, but a bit better in the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still the last week that is at danger regarding accidents. Don't take risks, don't dare too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"&gt;Capricorn January 2010 Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 230px; height: 298px;" alt="http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xc/200534986-001.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=052B350AE763EDA7072FAB7CACF43907D4B40B3E875A785D" src="http://cache3.asset-cache.net/xc/200534986-001.jpg?v=1&amp;amp;c=NewsMaker&amp;amp;k=2&amp;amp;d=052B350AE763EDA7072FAB7CACF43907D4B40B3E875A785D" /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Capricorn’s Love &amp;amp; Relationships Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Venus (the planet of love) in Capricorn, in the first three weeks in January 2010 you'll be at an advantage: you'll become sexier, you'll attract the opposite sex, you'll have higher affective availability and, more briefly, more luck in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus will urge you to have flirts and will provide more opportunities to start a new affair. It's still Venus that will significantly enhance your libido or interest in erotic experiments (because it governs your house of sexuality).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Capricorn’s Money &amp;amp; Career Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2010 will be an active month, with important potential to accomplish things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if the dissonant aspect between Saturn and Pluto tries to throw obstacles in your way and even if retrograde Mercury in Capricorn is not always a good adviser, the Sun's shininess and the Venus' glitters will shed light on your sign and will allow money, love and success to find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But try not to let money go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Capricorn’s Physical &amp;amp; Mental Fitness Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in shape: the Sun in Capricorn will lend you vitality, and Venus will ensure a great morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But (because there's a but) if you were born at the beginning of the sign (in December), Pluto's conjunction with your natal Sun might try to cause problems, so be prudent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" align="center"&gt;Aquarius January 2010 Horoscope&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 255px; height: 255px;" alt="http://images.elfwood.com/art/i/r/irrimiri/zodiac_aquarius_small.jpg" src="http://images.elfwood.com/art/i/r/irrimiri/zodiac_aquarius_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Aquarius’ Love &amp;amp; Relationships Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located in the sector of couples, Mars will be very involved, very passionate, but it can also be impatient, irritated and quarrelsome. There's nothing you can demand from it, since it'll be in a bad mood because of the retrogradation. It can cause problems in love, especially since in the first half of January 2010 it'll get help from Mercury too, which will behave abnormally about desire and sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there's the chance of reunions and make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of January 2010 will be favorable to love from all points of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Aquarius’ Money &amp;amp; Career Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be active, but it'll mostly be by force of inertia. With the Sun carefully hidden in the previous sign, no initiatives are foreseen in the first three weeks of January 2010. You'll be in a germinating period, conceiving new ideas and projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrograde Mars in your house of relationships could interfere with your collaborations and contracts, or it could over solicit you in this regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week of January 2010 promises success, and Jupiter's entering Pisces allows expectations for above-average income in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Aquarius’ Physical &amp;amp; Mental Fitness Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hope for Jupiter's moral support and protection in the first three weeks of January 2010, considering that it'll only be for a short period in Aquarius from now. That is exactly for as long as the other planets are in indifferent or opponent positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's better for you to avoid conflicting situations, to watch your health and say no to addictions and excesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;Pisces January 2010 Horoscope&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 201px; height: 233px;" alt="http://images.elfwood.com/art/s/i/silvia/mucha_mermaid.jpg" src="http://images.elfwood.com/art/s/i/silvia/mucha_mermaid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pisces’ Love &amp;amp; Relationships Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen Arizona Dream, you probably remember how Goran Bregovich's song goes: "The fish knows EVERYTHING". Similarly, as a real Pisces that you are, you know everything, including that adventure is in the air. The adventure that will overwhelm you and throw you in the whirl of absolute passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it comes in January 2010 or later, it doesn't really matter. You know it'll come in 2010, you nurture yourself from the preceding vibrations and you're always ready to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, for example, it might appeal to you in a reunion, among friends or in any other place where more people gather with shared passions or interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pisces’ Money &amp;amp; Career Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most evident developments of January 2010 will take place in the area of work, where there'll be hard work, but stress, debts or relapses are to be expected, and also in the area of collective activity, supporters and popularity, where chance will be on your side and there'll be favorable circumstances. Anyway, success will depend on the way you decide how to deal your cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important that you closely examine the ratio work-money, to get an idea of the profitability or the measures needed for its improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest, enjoy yourself: Jupiter will enter your sign on the 18th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pisces’ Physical &amp;amp; Mental Fitness Horoscope In January 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrograde Mars is strongly related to the area of health, too. January 2010 will be a good period for restarting some investments or treatments, reevaluations or corrections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not at all recommended to ignore the signals of your body, the symptoms of an ailment. If you feel something goes wrong, even if it seems minor, go to the doctor's immediately!
