<?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-1704008505338052475</id><updated>2011-11-11T08:26:09.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amachi</title><subtitle type='html'>I consider myself to be a child of God with many gifts to be shared amongst friends and family. I always wondered if I were to write a book about my life would any body read it. Here's my experiment. Love my gift. Hate my gift. My thoughts manifested through my words are here for you to read.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-8832267241437945621</id><published>2010-03-24T11:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:34:42.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diggin On You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I must admit to you&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the lines you threw&lt;br /&gt;Although it usually turns me off&lt;br /&gt;But this &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time you have turned me on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights off, Lights on&lt;br /&gt;I guess the groove is on and I am..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(definitely love this song)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tReIHIDX354&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tReIHIDX354&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-8832267241437945621?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/8832267241437945621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=8832267241437945621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8832267241437945621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8832267241437945621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2010/03/diggin-on-you.html' title='Diggin On You'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-7297908196407531774</id><published>2010-03-23T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T11:36:37.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A New Day is upon us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun is out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People are singing with the birds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the early morning air hits me as I wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep Breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathe Deep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is a New Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A new day, to make new mistakes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and correct the old ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A new day, to create new things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and admire the old ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A new day to be with loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is a New Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breathe Deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take a Deep Breath for God has given you and I the opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to breathe today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To love today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To eat today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To play today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To work today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is a New Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I will breathe deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;take in my surroundings with every breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and let this Life consume me with joyous memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envelop me in happy days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as I exhale the bad ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deep Breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a New Day is upon us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is a New Day&lt;/strong&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/1704008505338052475-7297908196407531774?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/7297908196407531774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=7297908196407531774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7297908196407531774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7297908196407531774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-day.html' title='A New Day'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-5434064235336677477</id><published>2010-03-23T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:32:14.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Good!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;YAY FOR ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I def feel alot better today. A friend told me that &lt;em&gt;"every now and then you need to drop your drawls and start shittin on people just so they can get it in their head that's it's not a game!"&lt;/em&gt; i just recently took a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huge dump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on other pplz bull sh*t and flushed it down the toilet... n now I feel like dude in the video...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVFj-_SDIHE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVFj-_SDIHE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;b4 his moms ruined the fun... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;have a great day all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-5434064235336677477?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/5434064235336677477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=5434064235336677477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5434064235336677477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5434064235336677477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-feel-good.html' title='I Feel Good!!!'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-483608389593334587</id><published>2010-03-22T11:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T11:54:43.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Necessary Turn Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haven't posted in a while... feel the need to extend myself farther then I have been lately.. I don't really want to do it. but keeping myself bottled up inside is just no bueno... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that this life is not my own and even though I will say that I don't acknowledge the big man up there as often as I should, I know he knows that I know all things in my life are possible because of him. At one point I was so in love with my life I think I was a BITCH. Possibly too confident... and now I just have no confidence. Things are just falling apart in front of me and I have no idea what to do... I've prayed and Ive cried ::I'm crying now:: and it just doesn't seem like things are meant to go right for me. I wish I could just pour my entire heart out on this blog... but that too much personal business on the Internet thang is just no bueno. I've recently done some things that I would have never done on a normal day... all just to barely get by. I mean I know that college is hard and people are broke but when your hungry from not eating for days it's hard to have a positive attitude and believe that every body's stomach is growling as loud as yours. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This life is sucking the life right out of me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The decisions that you make in life are your own and you have to deal with them accordingly... and I know that this is true. But, it is damn hard not to feel like I'm drowning. Like I'm falling into a bottomless pit of sadness and strife. I need a pick me up. And i will say that I made an attempt this past weekend. I failed. Instead it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(the weekend)&lt;/span&gt; was filled with petty arguments, death defying fights, immaturity, degradation, and choices that were just made in complete haste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the past 16 months I have been poked and prodded, pulled and shoved by a whole mess of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... and I need to place my feet firmly on the ground and move forward. If not, I am sure to break down and end up in a place where no one should ever be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to stop letting people take advantage of my kindness, loyalty, and big heart while fessing up to the fact that its not the people in my life that are fuckn shit up but, it's me allowing them to do so. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living for me is a necessity right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been so downtrodden by these obstacles in my life that I've missed a good chunk of my life lately. Staying in the house, not doing the work that needs to be done, drinking way too much, crying every other day, never getting dressed, mad at the world. It all stops here. Right here right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;two tears in a bucket... fuck it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;exhale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-483608389593334587?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/483608389593334587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=483608389593334587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/483608389593334587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/483608389593334587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2010/03/necessary-turn-around.html' title='The Necessary Turn Around'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-5475933682072613807</id><published>2008-11-19T11:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:29:18.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok so Poe is a crazy Genius. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love this poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4p99rf63jCE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4p99rf63jCE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-5475933682072613807?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/5475933682072613807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=5475933682072613807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5475933682072613807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5475933682072613807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/11/raven.html' title='The Raven'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-8540681810149723197</id><published>2008-10-23T15:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:22:14.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Configuration of a HO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my dimensions of Racism class today we learned about the Hip Hop the factors beyond the rhymes. One of the topics talked about were black women and how they are being objectified by black men. (And white men for that matter. The white CEO's of the record companies that put out this "gangsta" rap know what sells and (as my teacher says) just like in slave days the black woman's body is her selling point. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Always has been and probably always will be&lt;/span&gt;) They asked some black men at Spring Bling, a BET celebration of black music, why they felt that certain women were ho's and bitches. They, the men, responded by saying that women, real women, do not dress like the women they were groping in the streets. Those women were bitches and ho's and deserved to be fucked and ducked &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(sorry for the language but this topic is deep for me and I do not want to block out any language).&lt;/span&gt; WOW! Is all I muster out of my mouth. I mean don't get me wrong &lt;strong&gt;most &lt;/strong&gt;of these women were walking out of the hotel with nothing on. LITERALLY! But then there were other women who were actually dressed and expressed to the disrespectful "boys" that they did not want to be touched or groped. They were fondled anyway. Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So here's my question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;What defines a ho and/or a bitch? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;The way they dress or their actions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Can I wear short shorts and still conduct myself in a lady like manner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Is there any way that a woman could be sexy and not slutty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Or is a sexy woman a slut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don know. You tell me. I'm soOo Confused. &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/1704008505338052475-8540681810149723197?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/8540681810149723197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=8540681810149723197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8540681810149723197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8540681810149723197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/10/configuration-of-ho.html' title='Configuration of a HO'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-5148102877746131062</id><published>2008-10-13T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:44:06.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit*h A*s English Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I've been out of commission because of some oral surgery that I had to have done last Monday. Because I was out of commission I was forced to miss a full week of class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;History&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before my surgery I approached my English professor and explained to her that I was in extreme pain and had an emergency surgery planned for the beginning of the coming week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To which she replied, "Just make sure I get the doctors note." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sounds good right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I take my week off not thinking any thing would be wrong. I e-mailed all of my professors a scanned copy of the doctor's note and not one, except for my English professor, had a problem. Do you know that this Bit*h gon tell me that I have to take zero's for all the days I missed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;(note: every day in the beginning of class there is a quiz given pertaining to the readings that were suppose to be done in preparation for that class)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Those days include the doctors visits that I had to attend (please remember that I was in DIRE pain) before the surgery so that they could map out exactly how they were going to go about sawing my mouth open AND the recovery period. BIT*H!! Is all my brain could scream as she explained to me that she was making an exception for me because normally no matter what a student goes through, excused or not, if you miss 4 or more classes you automatically fail the class. I should be happy she says that she didn't just fail me. As I look at her with thoughts of how I'm going to get away with her death and fight thru the pain of opening my mouth to speak... I give her the nastiest look I could muster up and leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT ELSE COULD I HAVE DONE? CAN SHE DO THIS? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not only do I have to be present at all the rest of the classes, God forbid that something else happens, but I have to get a perfect score on the rest of the quizzes, nothing lower than a A- on the midterm and a B+ on the final in order to pass the damn class. I mean I've done great on all the quizzes I've taken before the surgery but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DAMN. CAN A SISTA GET A BREAK?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been in pain n hungry for the last 2 weeks and now i have to worry about this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Withdrawing is not a option (2nd time taking the course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks Dr. Palumbo for you insensitivity and bit*hy I think I'm god attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Go Fu*k Your Self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks.&lt;/strong&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/1704008505338052475-5148102877746131062?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/5148102877746131062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=5148102877746131062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5148102877746131062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5148102877746131062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/10/bith-as-english-teacher.html' title='Bit*h A*s English Teacher'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-4722254219943627816</id><published>2008-09-30T15:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:19:24.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"1.2 Trillion Vanishes From Stock Market"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The title says it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As the law makers said &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;$700 billion dollar Bail-Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the stock market crashed yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because the bill did not pass scared investors sold all of everything they had invested in the market. From what I understand &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Republicans&lt;/span&gt; are blaming their very large amount of NAY votes (which was the cause of the bill's failure) on the words of the Democratic House Speaker. Supposedly she said something and they said Eff the Bill and ultimately eff the president. Yes that's right people, the people whom you elected into office gave a big wave and a FU*K YOU. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and then of course a lil giggle).&lt;/span&gt; So now Wachovia along with Washington Mutual have been brought out along with a few other banks) by, get this, smaller banks. Of which I've never even heard of. They're like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;mom and pop for bankers buying out the 3rd and 4th largest banks in America. WOW!!! The credit market is currently frozen risking the lively hood of many small and large companies. Please be aware that with the credit market closed... loans, especially for homes, are going to be really hard to come by and layoffs are about to commence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40,000&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wall St. employees won't be having a job in the very near future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor Business majors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor America. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The expert's are predicting it taking 15 years to get back what was done only yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Former President Bill Clinton left office in 2001 with a surplus of $127 billion. President George Bush ran a deficit of $319 billion in 2005.That's $319 billion dollars in the hole 3 going on 4 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you Mr. President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some one please kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks&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/1704008505338052475-4722254219943627816?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/4722254219943627816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=4722254219943627816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4722254219943627816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4722254219943627816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/09/12-trillion-vanishes-from-stock-market.html' title='&quot;1.2 Trillion Vanishes From Stock Market&quot;'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-3975860245716081401</id><published>2008-09-30T14:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:21:39.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>being an alocholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is my confession post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I AM A ALCOHOLIC&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For some time now I've known this and have avoided it (the truth that is). The fuzzy memory's, hangovers, regrettable decisions, sometimes hilarious mistakes (but mistakes nonetheless), stomach aches, headache's, body numbness, kidney weakening, brain dumbing drinking has to stop! For quite some time now I've been telling myself that it's not that bad and as long as I'm not doing anything illegal it's OK. I like the feeling of being "nice". So hey, why not?!? Last night I drank way to much and for no reason whatsoever. And it has become a everyday thing. For some people it's a weekend thing but, for me a 40 or two a day is normal. Sad, but normal. I've decided that I want to remember these days of my life. College will be the experience that I pass down to my children. I am one of the very few members of my family that have even been in college, let alone facing a pending graduation as closely as I am. And most of these days have been blurred by my drug and alcohol usage. I love myself and my body and I'm SOoO not treating it that way. God help me stay sober. I feel like Neffie, Keysha Cole's sister. How sad. There has been some recent events that has brought about this epiphany. But none like last night. I had a great night (at least what I remember was great) but, I have no idea what I did after the black out occurred. I have no idea how I ended up asleep where I did. And I hate missing my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now just so no one gets mad when they see me with a drink. I will tell you my plan for quitting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cut the drinking days down from seven to 2-3 days. Either Thursday- Saturday. Friday and Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or Friday -Sunday. Weekends only. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No more hard liquor and beer (malt liquor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Drink in moderation on the days that alcohol is present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eventually take the 2-3 days down to 1 and then eventually none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sad that before I turn 21 I am so distraught and messed up that I have to take these actions. But it's a reality I now have to deal with. Please support this. That plea goes especially to those of you who still won't let me live for quiting smoking Cali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change&lt;br /&gt;The courage to change the tings I can&lt;br /&gt;And the wisdom to know the difference&lt;br /&gt;Living one day at a time&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying one moment at a time&lt;br /&gt;Taking this world as it is and not as I would have it&lt;br /&gt;Trusting that You will make all things right if I surrender to Your will&lt;br /&gt;So that I may be reasonably happy in this life&lt;br /&gt;And supremely happy with You forever in the next&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-3975860245716081401?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/3975860245716081401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=3975860245716081401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3975860245716081401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3975860245716081401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/09/being-alocholic.html' title='being an alocholic'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-5993724942975668927</id><published>2008-09-22T12:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:58:26.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm currently in my girl Sahar's chemistry class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her teacher clearly doesn't know how to teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He sounds like a idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;His definition for everything keeps changing and its really sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I feel bad for everybody who is in this class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Temple Teachers... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;GET YOUR LIVES TOGETHER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks&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/1704008505338052475-5993724942975668927?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/5993724942975668927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=5993724942975668927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5993724942975668927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5993724942975668927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-chemistry.html' title='Crazy Chemistry'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-1639519475293431283</id><published>2008-09-09T14:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T15:10:19.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy CAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;LMAO... So everyone is doing these back to school blogs. Although, I thought about doing one I hadn't yet and I now see that I'm going to look like a... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COPY CAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever, I digress...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not loving my classes. I actually hate them. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I know... such a strong word right)&lt;/span&gt; I do not have one class that I'm interested in. &lt;strong&gt;VERY VERY SAD&lt;/strong&gt;. Not only are my classes the f**k boring but my personal school life is frustrating. I've been damn near worry free for the most part of the summer and that portion of the semi-vacation was great! SERIOUSLY... thank you God for releasing that bull crap for me =).... I didn't miss the fakeness, bullshit... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fuckery.&lt;/span&gt; And then it all comes rolling back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess this copy cat blog is to say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all those who have made it their business to deliberately or think that they might bring any type of fuckery into my life. DON'T. Stay the hell away from me. Don't talk to me in the street. Don't look at me and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just stay &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FAR FAR&lt;/span&gt; away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This way i can concentrate on MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; bullshit and the bullshit classes I've enrolled in.&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/1704008505338052475-1639519475293431283?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/1639519475293431283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=1639519475293431283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/1639519475293431283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/1639519475293431283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/09/copy-cat.html' title='Copy CAT!'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-2278301073493172462</id><published>2008-08-13T18:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:09:01.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Bernie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Kick IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RviYo3WsqjU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RviYo3WsqjU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-2278301073493172462?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/2278301073493172462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=2278301073493172462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2278301073493172462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2278301073493172462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/08/rip-bernie.html' title='R.I.P Bernie'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-7775506980832602092</id><published>2008-08-13T17:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:30:29.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bak 2 Skool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So i peeped these sneaks a while back and I've been trying to track then down in a size 7 ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I FINALLY HAVE THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;UBIQ&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SO totally random that I just happen to spot them in the damn &lt;u&gt;store&lt;/u&gt; but yea I bought em. &lt;em&gt;GREAT FEELING&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sneaker Fetish satisfied for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you, thank you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(bowing at the applauding audience)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eukicks.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/af601cdc88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.eukicks.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/af601cdc88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1704008505338052475-7775506980832602092?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/7775506980832602092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=7775506980832602092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7775506980832602092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7775506980832602092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/08/bak-2-skool.html' title='Bak 2 Skool'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-6896575147640647073</id><published>2008-08-13T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:18:47.862-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mambo Sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So yea I'm really late with this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Eliana your keyboard is the pits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress...&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting on my very comfortable couch and a very GoGo sounding &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(at least to me... im so far from an expert on that genre of music)&lt;/span&gt; video came on. Chris you were the first person that came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;Name of the song:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000099;"&gt;Welcome to D.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Name of the group: &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mambo Sauce&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could think of is how this man lives mambo sauce. Chris I know you've heard the song but it's new for me. So this is me thinkin im puttin up on somethin I know you love. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Just pretend I did... Thanks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5vQaHrc1o8Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5vQaHrc1o8Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-6896575147640647073?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/6896575147640647073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=6896575147640647073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/6896575147640647073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/6896575147640647073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/08/mambo-sauce.html' title='Mambo Sauce'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-3297078663188404873</id><published>2008-07-16T11:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:57:11.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>father who art thou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is the definition of a father? Webster says... a man who has begotten a child. Some say it is a man who has forgotten a child. I will say, without posting my family's business all over the BlogNet, that my father is a certified ass. I have come to the conclusion some time ago that I will not feed this donkey or give it water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd rather it die. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Metaphorically not literally... it is still my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hadn't had the opportunity to test out my new found skill of starving my biological Ass until the day before yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;TESTED AND PROVEN TO DO &lt;u&gt;WONDERS FOR THE SOUL!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS GREAT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I FELT &lt;u&gt;GOOOOD!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was like for the first time in my life the bullshit didn't fall on my head. Rather, it fell on the floor next to me and I was able to pick it up with a trash bag, like the animal dung that it was, Tie it up tight, and fling it all the way to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TIMBUKTU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Great release... really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So... this blog post is dedicated to my biological Ass of a Father. For tho I love you very much, which is the reason why i still call you dad, you are a habitual shitter and I've allowed my house, my place of peace, to wreak of your shitty smell for way too long. Please know that from here on out there will be no 3 day shower recovery period where i try to wash away the stain/pain of being shitted on. I have built a force field to your shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is me confessing to being hurt and vowing to never be hurt by you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(normally I would be compelled to put the word tear in parenthesis here. instead I opt for a...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&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/1704008505338052475-3297078663188404873?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/3297078663188404873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=3297078663188404873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3297078663188404873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3297078663188404873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/07/father-who-art-thou.html' title='father who art thou'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-4063802168293543657</id><published>2008-07-07T14:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:03:14.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My boring life as CatLady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello All!&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have been promising that I'll get back on my grind with the bloggin thang. But I have come to the realization that that might not be happening any time soon. I haven't really had any inspiration. I haven't been going through anything and I have no insight on any thing in America, or any other country for that matter, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HOW SAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually only blogging right now b/c Bonita is in town and I'm at the tech wit her and Marsha and I have nothing else to do. I do however want to say that I have two new men in my life. Their names are &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fogul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bleeker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My kitties! They are my precious' and I love them dearly. They have brought this sort of calm love into my home and Im diggin that for real. Bes believe that there will be pictures posted whenever my bootleg ass camera decides that it wants to turn on and take pictures right side up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm copacetic with my love life. I'm so good wit my new roomies. Kinda missin my old ones. Lovin the new crib. Hoping that the doctor can help my kittens out (they're sick yall... they got really bad colds) Cant wait for the refund checks to come in. Need to get pampered by some Chinese ladies. Got to go food shopping before I starve. And that's really it!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if my life is uninteresting I came to that conclusion last blog. But, i have also come to realize that I really shouldn't write unless I have something intellectual or interesting to say so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is love, life and happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1704008505338052475-4063802168293543657?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/4063802168293543657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=4063802168293543657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4063802168293543657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4063802168293543657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-boring-life-as-catlady.html' title='My boring life as CatLady'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-102373707610209228</id><published>2008-06-21T15:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:20:24.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BORRR-INGGGG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I realized that I have no life. I'm broke and if someone else doesn't invite me to do something exciting I honestly have nothing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you do when your bored?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; I have already done the whole, "I'm bored... you're bored... let's be bored together," thang. And to tell you the God's honest truth it's not really working for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED A LIFE DAMNIT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that in about a few months or so my life is going to get really serious and the only thing that I will be doing with it is school and work and I cant believe that I have nothing exciting to do before I can't do anything exciting at all. My God how I have fallen from my interesting cant get enough of me and my funniness "grace." I did more in high school with a curfew than in college. How pathetic. I need to plan a trip. With some friends. Do something on a whim and be exciting. Up and go to VA Beach for no damn reason but to go like I used to. I haven't left Temple's campus in like....... (yea it's been that long) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please someone shock me with something exciting and get me off my ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&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/1704008505338052475-102373707610209228?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/102373707610209228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=102373707610209228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/102373707610209228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/102373707610209228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/06/borrr-ingggg.html' title='BORRR-INGGGG!!'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-3179287243997293403</id><published>2008-06-21T00:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:37:36.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SFyFgLPwc3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/omv-HhDUhAY/s1600-h/broken-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214189256409379698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SFyFgLPwc3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/omv-HhDUhAY/s320/broken-heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m always doing something for somebody even when I’m not in the position to do so. When my people’s need help... I’m there and I just can’t help that fact. I have let many a people walk all over me this year especially in the last few months. Yesterday was a very emotional day for me. I decided to withdraw my charity from a special someone. And although I know deep down that it was the right thing to do (for me) I still feel SO bad. I’m still not happy! Most of the time I feel like the feeling will go away and that the emotion is just that an emotion, "it will fade." But, I can’t help but constantly think about how my life has been for the past couple of months and how it has changed me so. I'm going to miss the good things that steamed from the relationship that I lost. And I'm going to have to get used to doing a lot of things by myself. And that is honestly very scary for me. I’m scared of being so far gone that the transition will be long and painful. I miss the relationship already. I wish that I could tell you guy’s the whole scenario but I have a habit of telling all my business through messages on FaceBook and I honestly can’t result to that now. But, if the person whom this Note is about is reading, I just want you to know that like you have told me before all things will come to the light. If we are meant to be (either now or later) it will happen. I look forward to a friendship without the added frustrations. Know that if you ever need anything, regardless of who may say I’m wrong or not, I’m here. Hopefully you don’t keep my baby away from me. Other motha fuckas may say they miss him and want to see him. But that bond that I’ve created with him is deeper than any other female (no reassurances needed)… except maybe his mother. Wow I’ve already given out too much info. I digress. Listen. Keep in touch. Period, I’m going to always care. &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/1704008505338052475-3179287243997293403?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/3179287243997293403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=3179287243997293403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3179287243997293403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3179287243997293403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/06/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SFyFgLPwc3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/omv-HhDUhAY/s72-c/broken-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-8739285185071878262</id><published>2008-05-21T01:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:41:25.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Married to the Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What happens to a woman when a man  says he cares but knows deep down he doesnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What happens to a woman when a man says he loves but is only tellin that woman lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That woman becomes &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a menace to society&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her heart freezes and becomes a ice berg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She begins to no longer care about that man or any other for that matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She begins to think, "What if?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What if she wouldn't have meet that man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Would she ever have been able to acually love a man again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Maybe," she says to herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe, just maybe, her heart would be ok. She digresses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That is not the life she leads and that is not the heart she claims. Her heart is forever lost now. Lies have been told and feelings have been hurt. The man she thought loved &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was delivered from hell. He stole her heart and decided it was his to play with. She housed his supposed love and he pissed on the floors. She cleaned and scrubbed but couldn't erase the stain of his indiscressions. Her heart was broken. She would never again trust another. He said he was unlike any man especially, the men she delt with before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He was right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No man had ever broken her this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She loved him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;She wasn't in love and thank God. If she was, not only would her heart have been broken, her soul would be condemmed into the depths of hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;o for now, she claims, her heart is God's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He is her husband and she knows he'll be with her until death... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Except, they will never part. &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/1704008505338052475-8739285185071878262?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/8739285185071878262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=8739285185071878262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8739285185071878262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8739285185071878262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/05/married-to-father.html' title='Married to the Father'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-786973307249613618</id><published>2008-05-12T04:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T04:22:44.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to EAT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been through so much and I've realized that I will continue to go through shit. For as long as I shall live motha fu*kas will always have some shit to do, say, write, etc... that is just gonna piss me off. I was on the fu*k it diet for a while and then I just decided that that wasn't the way to go. So I started to binge on givin a fuck and that totally didn't work out. Now I'm in between and I can't help but be totally and completely even more fucked up. I feel like I can't get right. I don't know who is who any more. I'm not even sure if I'm me. Who can I trust? And if it's better to be alone and no one really needs anybody but themselves... why does it feel so bad to be in that situation? Why is it that when people spend time by themselves for to long they begin to go crazy, if its good for you? Because it's not duh!!! So that leads me to my initial question. What type of diet am I really suppose to be on. Am I just suppose to be eatin shit without givin a fuck? Or am I suppose to be so picky I'm half way starvin myself to death? And if I decide to let it flow...who's to say I wont get like a tape worm or something and die... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(sounds of agonizing pain .:death:. )&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/1704008505338052475-786973307249613618?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/786973307249613618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=786973307249613618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/786973307249613618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/786973307249613618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-to-eat.html' title='What to EAT!'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-7496449140741365630</id><published>2008-05-08T16:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:47:32.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Study for finals&lt;br /&gt;Take Exam on time&lt;br /&gt;Go Grocery Shopping&lt;br /&gt;Get Hair Cut&lt;br /&gt;Clean House&lt;br /&gt;Pack Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Go See Chris and Calvin's New Apt&lt;br /&gt;Say "Fu*k them other Ni**as"&lt;br /&gt;Get Paint/ Furniture&lt;br /&gt;Clean Old &amp;amp; New Apt&lt;br /&gt;Paint Walls in New Apt&lt;br /&gt;Fully move in&lt;br /&gt;Light Some Candles&lt;br /&gt;Crack a Bottle&lt;br /&gt;Light a Black n' Mild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sip/Inhale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Swallow/&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Exhale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-7496449140741365630?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/7496449140741365630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=7496449140741365630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7496449140741365630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7496449140741365630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-do-list.html' title='To Do List'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-625653242462642901</id><published>2008-05-06T00:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:43:46.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I've been MIA. I have had a lot going on the past week or so. Normally I blog to release stress or to express how happy I am. I've realized lately that I'm in the middle. I am neither extra upset/mad/pissed etc... or happy/ecstatic etc... so I claim that I have nothing to reevaluate. But today I have realized that I miss blogging and that I did blog for no good reason and it felt good when I did. I know that I don't have many readers but I do appreciate those that do read. I am sorry for those who have missed my ramblings and if u didn't miss me then fu*k you. lol. I guess this blog is suppose to sate that I am back. Seriously. Or at least after finals are over. I have been through a lot these past few weeks. I have met people and lost people and found things out about myself and lost things that i thought i knew. That confusion has led me to this blog tonight. That and that alone. Thank you to all of those who actually care about me. For all those who recognize that life is life and things happen and that you can only blame yourself for your transgressions. I thank God for my life and for showing me the true things in it. Fu*"k everything else. If you don't love me... hate me and go to hell. Period. Thanx for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-625653242462642901?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/625653242462642901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=625653242462642901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/625653242462642901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/625653242462642901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/05/sorry-that-ive-been-mia.html' title='M.I.A'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-2287860154442576209</id><published>2008-04-25T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:24:42.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll Shut Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My momma always told me that when your tired your body will just shut down. Forget the NoDoze, F the coffee, if it has to happen it will. I've been sleeping lately but I haven't been feeling like I get enough. 8 hrs or not I'm just tired. I don't know how I'm going to fix this problem because I've been trying a lot of different methods and I really cannot pinpoint what the hell is going on. I realized today as I missed my class because I over slept, that I really need to fix this little problem that I have. I went to class at 1:10pm instead of 1:40pm so I decided that I would sit in front of the door and wait for class to begin. All I remember after that is some really loud boy talking about something very uninteresting waking me up out of my great siesta. Then as I got up to walk into class I realized that it was over. GREAT Right?!? I know! I really need to fix this problem. I look like sh*t and the feeling is mutual and that's enough to make me wanna fix it. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please Help Me Sleep GOD!&lt;/span&gt; [as in the god of sleep] Bless me with a REM that lasts so long people think I'm in a coma. PLEASE! Seriously. Help Me. &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/1704008505338052475-2287860154442576209?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/2287860154442576209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=2287860154442576209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2287860154442576209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2287860154442576209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/itll-shut-down.html' title='It&apos;ll Shut Down'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-6537934869487936209</id><published>2008-04-22T02:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T02:45:01.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Observation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm watching him sleep with his son. So peaceful as Christina plays in the background. Am I ready for this? He's been staying here and I'm loving every minute of his presence. Loving every minute of his smile. Loving the way he makes me smile. Not ready to love him though. Conflicting emotions about whats right and whats wrong run through my mind all the time. Actually its more like whats socially acceptable and whats not. Trying to do me and not listen to outside influences but, I can't help but think about others comments on the relationship. But the way he makes me smile... he definitely infatuates me (which is slightly different from being infatuated). I ask again, "Am I ready for this commitment." I've already dug my hole and put one foot in. I'm not saying I regret that decision I'm just a tad bit susceptible about whether or not I can fulfill all of his, mine, our expatiation's. He doesn't seem phased by the uncertainty though. Taking it one day at a time is the motto he seems to follow. Am I wrong for wanting to look towards the future and feeling uncertain? Confusion as I type. Confusion as I watch him and his son sleep in the same position, calm as the Christina plays in the background. &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/1704008505338052475-6537934869487936209?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/6537934869487936209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=6537934869487936209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/6537934869487936209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/6537934869487936209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/observation.html' title='An Observation'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-4496769988449071312</id><published>2008-04-20T16:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:03:04.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A light that shines Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend was filled with many ups and downs. I was pissed, happy, upset at petty things and thrilled about the best. A weekend full of mixed emotions. A wise man once told me... &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let it go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So I did, hopped in the car,C's plugged up the I-Pod, and Common came blastin thru the speakers. Elated was the next emotion that came over me. As I basked in the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lyrical glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, all I could think of is, "I can't wait to blog about this experience," allowing all who read to take it back to a more loving, calming place. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbfjjnX4KtE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbfjjnX4KtE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Grated we known each other for some time&lt;br /&gt;it don't take a whole day to recognize Sunshine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-4496769988449071312?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/4496769988449071312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=4496769988449071312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4496769988449071312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4496769988449071312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/light-that-shines-special.html' title='A light that shines Special'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-5973442434666822367</id><published>2008-04-17T15:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:50:53.069-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intellectual Heritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In Intellectual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heritage&lt;/span&gt;.. not really gaining any intellect. There's a girl in my class who is yapping her head off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. The professor has been trying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; get a word in and stop her but its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SoOo&lt;/span&gt; not working. So funny. She is so pouring her guts out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; the Islamic faith. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Whooo&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't wait to leave and get &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SAUCY&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Apologize&lt;/span&gt; to the other B of BBC this post is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not deep and is so one of those posts we mock from time to time. My B.&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/1704008505338052475-5973442434666822367?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/5973442434666822367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=5973442434666822367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5973442434666822367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5973442434666822367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/intellectual-heritage.html' title='Intellectual Heritage'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-1387950590891745200</id><published>2008-04-14T08:35:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:08:10.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I grew up around a lot of art. My father was a great artist who took his craft for granted and eventually lost it. He always told me as a child that when God gives you a gift you should always express it and thank him everyday for it or he'll take it away. We'll I feel as though that that is not only the case for my pops, who always reminisces on how great he used to draw my mothers face when they first meet at age 19, but for me as well. I kind of inherited the creative art through pictures gene but I never really looked at it as though it was something that I should work on, perfect, and share with the world. (my dad says he saved some of my early art so I could look back and say what if one day... something he should have done) Anywho, I still grew up with an appreciation for some good art. Mind boggling art. Beautiful Art. Abstract art. Art period. My uncle sent me some make ya mind go crazy art yesterday. Check it out. Tell me what ya think. Enjoy, I know I did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;It took me a while to see what i should have been seeing. Do you see it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANVb57gv4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Fl4Lr2HgAK8/s1600-h/rocks.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189085133556203394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANVb57gv4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Fl4Lr2HgAK8/s320/rocks.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANUqJ7gv3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/g2L1_Vn8Wsg/s1600-h/blue+boat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189084278857711474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANUqJ7gv3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/g2L1_Vn8Wsg/s320/blue+boat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANUjJ7gv2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/nqdcUMYL0gY/s1600-h/homes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189084158598627170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANUjJ7gv2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/nqdcUMYL0gY/s320/homes.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANUcZ7gv1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/o2Bem2Xp1tc/s1600-h/cool.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189084042634510162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANUcZ7gv1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/o2Bem2Xp1tc/s320/cool.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANUOp7gv0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6JJLzsC5ew4/s1600-h/11+faces.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189083806411308866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANUOp7gv0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/6JJLzsC5ew4/s320/11+faces.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANUGZ7gvzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jsrtqzTOTzg/s1600-h/faces.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189083664677388082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANUGZ7gvzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jsrtqzTOTzg/s320/faces.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Which man is the tallest of the three?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANT0Z7gvyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Gi7chRisAaA/s1600-h/3+men.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189083355439742754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANT0Z7gvyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Gi7chRisAaA/s320/3+men.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do you see the 3 faces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANTm57gvxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tE9FVzmXsH0/s1600-h/facesunc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189083123511508754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANTm57gvxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tE9FVzmXsH0/s320/facesunc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Liar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANS3J7gvwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NOGoH5HY5eM/s1600-h/liar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189082303172755202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANS3J7gvwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NOGoH5HY5eM/s320/liar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can you see the word? Most girls see it easily... men don't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANSYZ7gvvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/V1gHT8QuxvA/s1600-h/lift.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189081774891777778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANSYZ7gvvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/V1gHT8QuxvA/s320/lift.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last one! Read the directions at the bottom of the pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189081641747791586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANSQp7gvuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EnhTPOG-Qbo/s320/grey+circle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANSQp7gvuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EnhTPOG-Qbo/s1600-h/grey+circle.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1704008505338052475-1387950590891745200?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/1387950590891745200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=1387950590891745200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/1387950590891745200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/1387950590891745200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-grew-up-around-lot-of-art.html' title='Artist Maybe'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/SANVb57gv4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Fl4Lr2HgAK8/s72-c/rocks.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-5083707907903414770</id><published>2008-04-13T09:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T10:21:29.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things he does for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've met a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Massages&lt;/span&gt; away all my aches and pains. From my hips to the tips, of my collar bone. And please don’t think that the arms and legs, fingers and toes aren’t considered part of home. Those get massaged just as well as the dome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After my full body massage you can be sure that I’ll get a full body massage. Followed with a thorough cleaning of all parts relaxed. Yes ladies he &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;washed &lt;/span&gt;my feet and my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He makes &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;breakfast, lunch, and dinner&lt;/span&gt; for me. No I’m not talking your average bowl of cereal. I’m talking toast from France, eggs with cheese that made my stomach dance, and a side of beef. Bacon that is. Don’t think I need to further explain Lunch and Dinner are the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As he &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;washes dishes&lt;/span&gt; I gaze upon the man who… DAMN…is washing my dishes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:sigh:: Tired, as he rubs my head, I rub my eyes to fall fast asleep. Deep slumber im in only to be awakened for a snack by sweet kisses down my back. You’d think I’d be pissed but that smile coupled with that sweet kiss… ladies… ::smh:: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He pours me drinks when im thirsty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Washes my hair when it's dirty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cleans&lt;/span&gt; my room just becasue he knows I like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kisses me gently on the forehead when I awake from sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shit did I mention he washes and Massages my feet (that has got to go on this list twice) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have not met a man like this in all the years i've been givng out kisses&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; He’s sweet, caring, fun, compassionate, affectionate, strong, funny, intelligent, and honest. The things he does for me… ::sigh::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-5083707907903414770?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/5083707907903414770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=5083707907903414770&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5083707907903414770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5083707907903414770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-he-does-for-me.html' title='Things he does for me'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-8152780996656660131</id><published>2008-04-11T12:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:23:07.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money in the Bank?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO MANAGE MY MONEY. AND SPEND WISELY. INVEST AND WHATNOT. GOD PLEASE HELP ME SOLVE MY MONEY PROBLEMS. I WAS RICH YESTERDAY AND NOW I'M BROKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; UGGGGGGG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-8152780996656660131?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/8152780996656660131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=8152780996656660131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8152780996656660131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8152780996656660131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/money-in-bank.html' title='Money in the Bank?'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-816131985750784410</id><published>2008-04-08T01:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:19:56.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/dpa/lowres/dpan968l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/dpa/lowres/dpan968l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel ya sista! My home should be where my heart is but instead I feel like I need to get away. I've been feeling this way for a while. I can never come home to peace and quite there's always a gallizion people in my house. ALWAYS! And it seems as though they don't know how to leave at a reasonable hour. I mean on the weekends its cool but, during the week... ALL THE TIME? I mean... come on! Don't get me wrong I love my friends but, sometimes I just need.. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PEACE &amp;amp; QUIET&lt;/span&gt;! Maybe throw on some Ne-yo Soul, light some candles, kick back, smoke a mild (or 2), and chill. Mellow out. Be EAZY. But, since my "home is where the BEER is" I'm never alone. Party F'n City!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;49 days till the move and a female like me... can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Cal, Chris, Uch... I definitely feel ya'll)&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/1704008505338052475-816131985750784410?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/816131985750784410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=816131985750784410&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/816131985750784410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/816131985750784410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/countdown.html' title='The Countdown'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-3424053881388301819</id><published>2008-04-07T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:18:09.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Land HO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My daddy came to visit me yesterday not only did he bring me Yankee Candles, too much perfume for one woman, DVD, CD's, and jewelery but, we went shopping. King of Prussia is expensive and everything in there is too name brand looking. But, despite all let downs in damn near every store (except PAC SUN) I still was able to find these sneakers/shoes. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sperry's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; actually. I was walking past the table and they just caught my eye. I had to have em! I've never owned a pair of shoes like this. Style...color... everything included. Check em out tell me what you think... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLYY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R_or1KGwA_I/AAAAAAAAADs/uPlAvOSqJ8w/s1600-h/100_2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186506113116275698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R_or1KGwA_I/AAAAAAAAADs/uPlAvOSqJ8w/s320/100_2567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R_osIqGwBAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KJ6OnDiZ_-s/s1600-h/100_2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186506448123724802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R_osIqGwBAI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KJ6OnDiZ_-s/s320/100_2568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-3424053881388301819?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/3424053881388301819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=3424053881388301819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3424053881388301819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3424053881388301819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/land-ho.html' title='Land HO!!!!!'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R_or1KGwA_I/AAAAAAAAADs/uPlAvOSqJ8w/s72-c/100_2567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-2474120698607208212</id><published>2008-04-07T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:40:22.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R_okNqGwA-I/AAAAAAAAADk/EPRJqwLpz4E/s1600-h/image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186497737930048482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R_okNqGwA-I/AAAAAAAAADk/EPRJqwLpz4E/s400/image0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1704008505338052475-2474120698607208212?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/2474120698607208212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=2474120698607208212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2474120698607208212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2474120698607208212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R_okNqGwA-I/AAAAAAAAADk/EPRJqwLpz4E/s72-c/image0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-5403701325526813625</id><published>2008-04-03T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:15:21.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UHHHH.,....</title><content type='html'>i have nothing to say... and therefore there is noiting to blog about... sorry... i am just not inspired by anything that is going on in my life right now!!! .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-5403701325526813625?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/5403701325526813625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=5403701325526813625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5403701325526813625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5403701325526813625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/uhhhh.html' title='UHHHH.,....'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-6875804949874334781</id><published>2008-04-02T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:50:19.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JerZy EnT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So. If nobody knows.... Imma JerZy girl. I rep jersey till the day I die. Some of my JerZy Boys on campus have been throwin parties and honestly they're doin their thang. Last party... packed at 10:45pm... doors opened... 10:00pm. Yes it's that serious yall! Lets Get It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184768304923804626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R_P_TaGwA9I/AAAAAAAAADc/3iGL3BBkQks/s400/jersey+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LETS PARTY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We've Done It Again. On April 4th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JERSEY BOYS ENTERTAINMENT PRESENT...LIGHTS OUT PART 2: UNPAID BILLS EDITION 10PM UNTIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lights Come on@ &lt;strong&gt;THE GARDEN STATE MANSION1727 MONUMENT AVE (17TH &amp;amp; MONUMENT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3 FLOORS TO PARTY ON.&lt;br /&gt;SPECIAL VIP ROOM (bottles will be popped all nite long).&lt;br /&gt;Jersey's own DJ MoFo on the 1s &amp;amp; 2s.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody $5 b4 12pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;***FREE***&lt;/span&gt; JERSEY JUICE TIL 12PM...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1ST 50 Ladies in for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;***FREE***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Beads Given Out 2 Females at the Door.....Fellaz earn 5 sets of beads from the ladies n get your &lt;u&gt;FREE SHOTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2$ a shot if you cant get it poppin!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jersey Meet Philly Ticket Giveways!!!!!! Jersey Boy T-Shirt Giveaways!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***Free***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Shots to the Sexiest Ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TIGHT SECURITY provided by TOP FLIGHT!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This party will not get shutdown.&lt;br /&gt;It will be packed so get there early!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;JERSEY BOYS... you already KNOW!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-6875804949874334781?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/6875804949874334781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=6875804949874334781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/6875804949874334781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/6875804949874334781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/jerzy-ent.html' title='JerZy EnT.'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R_P_TaGwA9I/AAAAAAAAADc/3iGL3BBkQks/s72-c/jersey+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-3528134192463659554</id><published>2008-04-02T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T01:09:40.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blackdollone.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/DADDYLRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.blackdollone.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/DADDYLRG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so maybe some people knew but, I know Damn well I didn't. &lt;strong&gt;Young Buck has a clothing line&lt;/strong&gt;. And its noting like 50's. I actually like the items. I mean it helps that's he's sexy so I decided to Google his ass to see what was new. (totally off topic and has nothing to do with his clothing style) Um.... but, yeah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.complex.com/blogs/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/davidbrown_jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So take a look I honestly wouldn't mind seeing my dude in any of these articles. Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.complex.com/blogs/2008/04/01/young-buck-wants-to-dress-you-like-a-bottle-of-whiskey/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Take a LookSee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-3528134192463659554?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/3528134192463659554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=3528134192463659554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3528134192463659554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3528134192463659554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/david-brown.html' title='David Brown'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-3794319013097521532</id><published>2008-04-01T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:31:14.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"An Then a Big Brown Shark Came"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok. So I have a paper due at 1:10pm and a class at 11:40am. So I shouldn't even really be on here. But I was watchin this with my girls last night and I cant get if off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zv57I7GLSL8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zv57I7GLSL8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kno, I kno. I cant post that one if I dont post the part everybody knows even if they haven't seen Delirious. So Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2JfMCBh1sJQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2JfMCBh1sJQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ok Gotta Go Now! Wish me luck on my paper!&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/1704008505338052475-3794319013097521532?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/3794319013097521532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=3794319013097521532&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3794319013097521532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3794319013097521532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/04/then-big-brown-shark-came.html' title='&quot;An Then a Big Brown Shark Came&quot;'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-5264466597021684429</id><published>2008-03-31T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:59:57.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Runnin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was at a friends house watching MTV Jams, which doesn't play nearly enough "Hip-Hop" as they should, and this video came on. It immedately made me think of Cousin Chris and yea so here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Who loves Hip Hop? Brandi Loves Hip Hop! Is it? I do, I do, I doOooO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_x3HJK-y6vw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_x3HJK-y6vw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;The embed thing-a-ma-gig to the original version was disabled so...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-5264466597021684429?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/5264466597021684429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=5264466597021684429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5264466597021684429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5264466597021684429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/runnin.html' title='Runnin&apos;'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-3870318588517972040</id><published>2008-03-31T13:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:43:13.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatted Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting in the SAC conversing about tattoo's for a hot min. And I realized how un-original people can be when marking their bodies. Myself included. Every one has a Adinkra Symbol. And its always the Sankofa, or Chinese/Arabic writing. A cross, a butterfly, or stars, it's all the same. Now I have 7 tattoos! All of which are not &lt;a href="http://www.instablogsgallery.com/gallery/2007/11/14/full-body-tattoos4_1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.instablogsgallery.com/gallery/2007/11/14/full-body-tattoos4_1822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original (they were either found on a website or in a book). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I vow from this day forward that whatever tattoo I get, it will be totally &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;original, meaningful, and unique to my style.&lt;/span&gt; Maybe something that i'll draw up! Who knows. Be on the look out for some "fire" body art from Me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instablogsgallery.com/gallery/2007/11/14/full-body-tattoos4_1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instablogsgallery.com/gallery/2007/11/14/full-body-tattoos4_1822.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-3870318588517972040?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/3870318588517972040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=3870318588517972040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3870318588517972040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3870318588517972040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/tatted-up.html' title='Tatted Up!'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-2409266867266926046</id><published>2008-03-31T03:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T03:51:56.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GoogleMe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ran across this on the Web. I was like DAMN this the chick from my Super Sweet 16! And I actually like the song. I tried to look up when her album was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to drop but,no luck! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;... check it out. Feed me back. Enjoy or Not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Teyana&lt;/span&gt; Taylor - Google Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMfy_2VLe1c"&gt;(click here to view video)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://discoveringhair.com/blog/teyana/teyana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://discoveringhair.com/blog/teyana/teyana1.jpg" border="0" /&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/1704008505338052475-2409266867266926046?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMfy_2VLe1c' title='GoogleMe'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/2409266867266926046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=2409266867266926046&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2409266867266926046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2409266867266926046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/googleme.html' title='GoogleMe'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-5223694790123864510</id><published>2008-03-31T01:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T02:25:46.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just some randomness... I really slept all day today and so I like have a tad bit more energy than I would like but I'm tired. It's weird, don't ask. Anywho. Check this out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Try to watch this wothout laughing or grinning. You get no credit unless you watch the whole thing all the way through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V55Zq5whVCI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V55Zq5whVCI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Somethimes I wish I had an extremely weird talent I could make money off of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9WlbQPmXg08&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9WlbQPmXg08&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ok so this lil boy is so cute. Who thinks he wrote this rhyme? Even if he didn't doesn't it seem like he know exactly what he's talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/daOu7_Gf3gM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/daOu7_Gf3gM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Haha! I saved the BEST for last. Remember this! "Y lo shalala my Ass!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/elk1esd1vsc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/elk1esd1vsc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1704008505338052475-5223694790123864510?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/5223694790123864510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=5223694790123864510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5223694790123864510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5223694790123864510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-randomness.html' title='More Randomness'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-2762945712363290127</id><published>2008-03-31T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:41:25.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Copacetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bored. Tired. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Procrastinating&lt;/span&gt;. Mad. Happy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unsatisfied&lt;/span&gt; with what i fed myself but full nonetheless. Confused. Hurt. Blaming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;. Semi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;satisfied&lt;/span&gt; with school. Totally unsatisfied with my love life. Alive and well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Loving the fact that my life is not as bad as it could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-2762945712363290127?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/2762945712363290127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=2762945712363290127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2762945712363290127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2762945712363290127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/copacetic.html' title='Copacetic'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-8429742162917982442</id><published>2008-03-27T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:54:38.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I know were he's NOT!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So last night I just felt like Laughing so I began to think of movies that made me laugh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SHREK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just popped into my head. Donkey is crazy! But, he is only one of my favorite characters in the movie. I think that people overlook all of Shrek's other sidekicks. For instance, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pinocchio&lt;/span&gt;... now he's a funny dude. I felt compelled to share this with you yesterday but I had to study for a midterm. Then when Ciara (look C's I gave you some credit) and I were hysterically laughing about it today I just had to share it. Who learns who to lie so that its not lying? Funny Ish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DfouO0K54qA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DfouO0K54qA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Heres a lil extra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQI3Mctp9rg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQI3Mctp9rg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvJ93Nf0aqk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvJ93Nf0aqk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BARyFfaGhWI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BARyFfaGhWI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Ok this is the last one I promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDR6zp2QVbs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IDR6zp2QVbs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/1704008505338052475-8429742162917982442?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/8429742162917982442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=8429742162917982442&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8429742162917982442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8429742162917982442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-were-hes-not.html' title='&quot;I know were he&apos;s NOT!&quot;'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-7012540438292744611</id><published>2008-03-27T00:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T00:26:45.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! ::crying::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm surfing bloggs and get to Maddie's page. She has this post about the truth being Christianity and Jesus Christ. Honestly, I am writing this blog in tears (or at least I was crying and I'm holding them back now). My heart repeatedly sank while watching the clips that she posted. I don't want to admit that now I am questioning my faith but I would be lying to myself if I said otherwise. Like I said in a comment to the post, I have heard people tryin to denounce God and Christianity before but never have I ever been hit so hard. Maybe because since I have been here at Temple I have been finding my relationship with God to be more and more true and comfortable to handle (A loving friendship with God is everything but easy). I love Jesus and believ&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;hole hearted that he was my savior and to now see this after 19 years of believing I am truly baffled and hurt. All I keep thinking about is how God granted us intellect, common sense, and a coincidence. And all of those things are telling me that I need to rethink this whole Believing in a higher power thing. Not saying that i may come to the conclusion that God and Jesus do not exist. But I do, now, need to do some serious soul searching. I'm always looking up in the middle of the day and thanking God for a plethora of things. Was I just talking to the clouds? When Eve gave that apple to Adam and God was mad because now they would see evil. Was that evil just really the truth that they were insane talking to some unknown figure they created in their minds? Were they Skitzo's? Are miracles just coincidence's? MY GOD! I cant do this. I mean please just watch it. Christian or not. I would really like to know what you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God, if you are there show your self to me and stop playing with my emotions!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(just click the title of This blog post and it'll take you directly to it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/1704008505338052475-7012540438292744611?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://madeleine-sailwemust.blogspot.com/2008/03/id-like-to-know-your-thoughts.html' title='OMG! ::crying::'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/7012540438292744611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=7012540438292744611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7012540438292744611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7012540438292744611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/omg-crying.html' title='OMG! ::crying::'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-1834987933575205437</id><published>2008-03-26T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:11:11.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Just Another 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh! I missed bloggin... I haven't done it since yesterday and I feel like a fiend needing a fix. I'm currently sittin in my room contemplating studying for this midterm tomorrow (dont worry i'll prob end up doing it at like 1:00 in the morning and bein dead tired tomorrow), realizing how stress free and happy my days have been lately. Like no worries what so ever. Noting but laughs laughs and more laughs. God has truly blessed me lately. I think this is his way of saying, "don't worry about. I got you." I appreciate that. Thanks. The new people in my life have really been a breath of fresh air. You all know who you are. Chris' blog really made me think about who my friends, best friends and acquaintances are. I've realized why I came to college with only two friends and why some of the people I've met here in Philadelphia I've severed ties with. And instead of dwelling on it I have chosen to chuck it up as a loss and move forward with MY life. I LOVE ME, even if nobody else does. And thats what really matters most. I guess this post is just to say thanks to God, my friends and my acquaintances. All of the relationships that I have had and/or still have with you make me who I am today. And is molding who I will be tomorrow. No, I'm not saying that these people make me Brandi but, life experiences make a person who they are. In college all you have is the people that you meet and class. I feel like im rambling... I hope that I'm not though. I'm just grateful for these Sunny Days. For without these experiences the day would be "Just another 24 that passes by."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/qAiIJ5FtKB/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/qAiIJ5FtKB/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-1834987933575205437?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/1834987933575205437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=1834987933575205437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/1834987933575205437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/1834987933575205437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-just-another-24.html' title='Not Just Another 24'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-7359832956537915135</id><published>2008-03-25T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:16:40.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Habititual Line Steppa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R-mThKGwA5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DZMuWA11STU/s1600-h/MS-13_Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181835044124099474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R-mThKGwA5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DZMuWA11STU/s320/MS-13_Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I have been looking for soemthin to blog about all day. Well not so much looking as logging in and beginning to write and then finding out that, "hey I really dont have anything to say." This is not another one of those moments. I just received a text message from my uncle, who is a police officer in New Jersey, saying that the gang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;MS-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is beginning initiation tonight. Get this, this is how it works... they bump the back of your car and when you get out they shoot you. This is serious the FBI has dubbed this gang the most violent gang in America. Most of them are foreign commin from many countries in South America, mainly El Salvador. They can be distinguished by their tattoos. Most of them,like 90%, have MS-13 tatted on their faces. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(like in the picture) &lt;/span&gt;And they wear blue and white collard shirts. Be on the watch for these "ColdBlooded" MoFo's. Especially for these next couple of weeks while driving. Look out your rear view before exiting your car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You know how the Bloods and Crips were originally founded for good reasons and those ideologies was just lost at one point or another? Well not this gang! It was found by some Latinos who just liked to kill. So that's what this gang does they &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KILL.... FOR FUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Like uggg... what is this world coming to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please just be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CAREFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They aren't heavy in Philly but they are here. &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/1704008505338052475-7359832956537915135?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/7359832956537915135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=7359832956537915135&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7359832956537915135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7359832956537915135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/habititual-line-steppa.html' title='Habititual Line Steppa'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R-mThKGwA5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/DZMuWA11STU/s72-c/MS-13_Face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-2589334236190170820</id><published>2008-03-24T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T01:53:34.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mistakes made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok... so I posted this blog thinking that I was logged into mine but to my amazement I was logged into C's blogger. If you really want to read it. (Its worth it believe me) Hit her blog up. It's titled Eye to Eye. Enjoy... or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elegantindependence.blogspot.com/2008/03/eye-to-eye.html"&gt;http://elegantindependence.blogspot.com/2008/03/eye-to-eye.html&lt;/a&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/1704008505338052475-2589334236190170820?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='text/html' href='http://elegantindependence.blogspot.com/2008/03/eye-to-eye.html' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/2589334236190170820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=2589334236190170820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2589334236190170820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2589334236190170820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/mistakes-made.html' title='mistakes made'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-4924471867004096548</id><published>2008-03-23T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:23:10.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FINISH HIM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stood up, sitting in my room bored as hell as i began to think of the only video game besides Tetris and Crash Bandicoot that I actually played and loved to play as a kid. I was never really into video games I was more of a watcher and instigator than a player. But &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORTAL COMBAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was my sh*t. So I just had to YouTube it and watch the fatalities. Son, I so remember why I loved it so. The death scenes were the greatest. And even though the graphics weren't like they are now they were still dope as sh*t! Characters just don't get killed like that any more. All in favor for a Mortal Combat comeback say "I".... I! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.:hand waiving high in air:. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVq1kvXaMMM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVq1kvXaMMM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;(Scorpion and Sheeva were the Illest... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;somebody tweaked the graphics at the end. It's kinda funny but it aslo kinda made me mad that they fu*cked with a classic&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-4924471867004096548?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/4924471867004096548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=4924471867004096548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4924471867004096548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4924471867004096548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/finish-him.html' title='FINISH HIM!'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-4062807285597421474</id><published>2008-03-23T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:19:49.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stood Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many times do you have to be stood up before you give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/QABTkict9N/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/QABTkict9N/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do you stand people u in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-4062807285597421474?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/4062807285597421474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=4062807285597421474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4062807285597421474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4062807285597421474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/stood-up.html' title='Stood Up'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-7880481430402167208</id><published>2008-03-23T01:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:32:44.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time No speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saw a old friend today. The visit was brief but nice. A tad bit awkward but, refreshing. Thanks for the nice cool breeze... old friend. &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/1704008505338052475-7880481430402167208?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/7880481430402167208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=7880481430402167208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7880481430402167208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7880481430402167208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-time-no-speak.html' title='Long time No speak'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-924864830193546117</id><published>2008-03-23T00:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:15:37.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bi*chAssNess?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok so these video's were brought to my attention yesterday. And tho they were both funny I was a tad bit unsure of how to feel about Wayne after seeing both. Wyane exhibits the ill Bi*chassness and Styles is a "G", right? Does anybody understand why Wayne just walked off stage instead of being belligerent? Or because he's Wayne he's suppose to exhibit the same qualities as Styles. It's just impossible for him to think logically? IDK!! Please help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;(Did anybody see that Parker Report on MTV Jams where they talk about this very thing, "You can't have G lyrics if your not a G.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Q0yc7uY0Zg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Q0yc7uY0Zg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ok so Styles gets a gazillion Kudos for this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IasnUyJ1Bwg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IasnUyJ1Bwg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yeah, you know it's on when the real nigga hatin you No sleep, think about, the steel penetratin you He the type to break the blade off in you Fuck a cage when you know that it's a cage up in you What? Kinda hard to not, go on a murder spree Paintin niggaz burgundy, put 'em to surgery Go kill they family like the shit was a urgency S.P. is back, call the state of emergency" - S.P the Ghost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-924864830193546117?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/924864830193546117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=924864830193546117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/924864830193546117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/924864830193546117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/bichassness.html' title='Bi*chAssNess?'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-8876840437975064458</id><published>2008-03-22T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:18:57.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorant SAC Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sitting in the SAC yesterday, a daily routine, and this freshman kid just so happens to be sitting across from me in the adjoining booth. I sit down to eat and this kid just starts belting out Jada Kiss lines. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Nothing worth quoting... something very commercial&lt;/span&gt;). I laugh, it was funny, all I kept thinking was, "this kid is animated." Well after 20minutes of singing loudly and waving hands in the air I was kinda annoyed so decided to make conversation to shut him up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a lil snippet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Is this what you like to do in tour spare time, be loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kid:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, I want to be a public speaker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(light bulb) It just so happens that on that very day The Roots, or at least one of the band members, were coming to campus to speak to the students about the importance of voting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh so your going to listen to The Roots speak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kid:&lt;/strong&gt; Fu*k No! For what? I don't know him! And he ain't gon do sh*t but campaign for Obama! Why should I give a fuck? I don't even like their music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (in shock) Well it was just a question. I figured that since you want to be a public speaker you would like to see another public speaker in action. Oh yea, and he's not talking about Obama the event was jut sponsored by the Obama Campaign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kid:&lt;/strong&gt; Jus cause I wanna be a public speaker doesn't mean I want to listen to some next nigga talk. Especially about Voting. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I ain't gonna Vote No way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow! At this point I was livid. Now that was not the whole conversation. But that is all that's needed to understand why a educated black woman like myself and the others I was with became very upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS GOING ON MY BLACK BROTHER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not to mention his man, another young black man, was in total agreement... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We, the ladies at the table, then try to explain to the young men why they should vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ancestral Commitment, Make some from of Difference, become less Ignorant etc.....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kid's excuse:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE POPULAR VOTE DOESN'T MATTER ANY WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok dude... (sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;His friends excuse:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I DON'T CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO AMERICA I'M MOVING TO ANOTHER COUNTRY ANY WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ugggg.... like why I don't understand what it is with black men and not voting. Seriously, every little bit counts because it all effects you. Directly or indirectly. ALL LAWS IN AMERICA EFFECT YOU!! And who passes those laws? Our government officials. Who appoints those officials either directly or indirectly? WE DO! I even said to the men," what if Dr. Martin Luther King thought the same as you, where would we be?" He honestly just said that it didn't matter because it didn't happen that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;WHAT!! And... Your.... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EDUCATED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If nobody voted then where would we be? As far from a democracy as we are, we definitely would be farther if voting ceased (yea, its rally dumbed down). It's kids like this ignorant freshy that make the black population as a whole look stupid (simple words people).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My great grandfather fought for my right to vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He was hosed down and beaten by the police. Locked up and stripped of his dignity on many occasions. If I didn't take part [in voting that is] its like spitting in his face. Fu*k if the vote doesn't matter. It's the principal of the thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;History can and will repeat its self if action is not taken people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"One Less Vote"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www-tc.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/reconstruction/nast/images/sf_nast_05.jpg?Log=0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www-tc.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/reconstruction/nast/images/sf_nast_05.jpg?Log=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Fourteenth Amendment, granting black men the right to vote, was ratified in July 1868. Every black vote became a threat to white Southerners' political power. The stone reads, "Negroe Killed, Seymour Ratification, KKK."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-8876840437975064458?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/8876840437975064458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=8876840437975064458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8876840437975064458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8876840437975064458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/ignorant-sac-moment.html' title='Ignorant SAC Moment'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-1542856011113511437</id><published>2008-03-21T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:24:00.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Electro-Compulsive Theory</title><content type='html'>So... this is Brandi (aka: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bonita Applebum&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;You were hoping for Ms. Strickland? Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, we're all sitting around.. chilling.. singing the lyrics to songs off key in a major way while Brandi walks around screaming about the hair color she's trying to set in, ranting about how she wants to look like Beyonce [and not end up with my hair color lol].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; it hits me as I'm listening to Still in Love by 112.&lt;br /&gt;This is therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that simple. The company of those who will make you laugh. The ones who will sit around with you while you have no purpose in life at that moment in time, and still make you feel worth the while. This is the healing process. This is how we recover. Let me speak for myself, this is how &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; recover. And, it's really not that bad. I can't front. I have moments, but when I'm in good company, I'm reminded that things really aren't that difficult. It's another day, another lesson learned. Back to losing myself in the music and the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The Other One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hope Brandi plans on telling ya'll about her OD moment in the SAC and on the way to 1300. I'll just call it, "The words of a Black Woman who knows her political stance and the power of her vote."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-1542856011113511437?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/1542856011113511437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=1542856011113511437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/1542856011113511437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/1542856011113511437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/electro-compulsive-theory.html' title='Electro-Compulsive Theory'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-37996975526024089</id><published>2008-03-20T13:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:13:48.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chopping Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I am officially on the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fu*k It Diet&lt;/span&gt;! (Thanks C's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;U clearly care or you would have minded your business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I did or didn't you handled MY business wrong Miss'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your not my mommy, and even if you were, you are still not entitled to know all aspects of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PRIVY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hop off mine. You needed this dick to feed your nosey habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A friend is just that, a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing more nothing less. Guess we have different Definitions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never have I had a friendship with so many flaws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm was mad and crying because you were sneaky and kniving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Regardless of what you say. Thats all you have to go on is someone elses personal account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And on that note. Take my dick out of your mouth and get out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; life, that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;especially if you cant respect the fact that it's mine&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;... and uh this was not suppose to be a poem it just ended up rhyming lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kottke.org/plus/photos/200107uk/choppingblock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kottke.org/plus/photos/200107uk/choppingblock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-37996975526024089?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/37996975526024089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=37996975526024089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/37996975526024089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/37996975526024089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/chopping-block.html' title='The Chopping Block'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-7867685049445061383</id><published>2008-03-20T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T03:06:42.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Torres Wise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You have the right to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SHUT THE FU*K UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" - Ms. Wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My life is just that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LIFE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You need not know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all things about it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#990000;"&gt;PERIOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nuff said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not my poem but I found it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunksite.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.funnyjunksite.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;found it totally relevant&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I’ve asked myself this question so many times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought I would try and put it to rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Does God like someone who interferes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;In someone else’s business and affairs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Does he appreciate someone who is always putting their nose where it doesn’t belong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone who has done it for way too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone who takes it upon themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To add their two cents where it doesn’t belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Does God like a nosey person who has nothing better to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Than to put their nose where it doesn’t belong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont think He does, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do you?&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/1704008505338052475-7867685049445061383?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/7867685049445061383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=7867685049445061383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7867685049445061383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7867685049445061383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/torres-wise.html' title='Torres Wise'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-6398549422701632424</id><published>2008-03-18T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:42:05.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Freestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sitting in the SAC at the foe-bar tables, watchin people enter and look around to see if somebody's watchin them, talking about spoken word, going back and forth reciting lines from written art that pertain to our lives; and my gurl just up and begins to spit. On some OD randomness &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or at least i thought it was at the time until I realised her mind is like a dude trapped in a females body)&lt;/span&gt; ... here it is: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(remember this is a rhyme... not a poem)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;“Bend this&lt;br /&gt;Right leg back&lt;br /&gt;Feel that dick in my appendix&lt;br /&gt;Just like that&lt;br /&gt;Give this sweet pussy a French Kiss&lt;br /&gt;I talk a lot of shit but I can back it up&lt;br /&gt;And when he enters with the dick, you know I backs it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And if he on some other shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m on that that’s enough…” -My Hy Revealer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Her delivery is what makes it what it is. As it is for most piece's that are meant to be heard not read)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Here B. this pic is just for you, Intimate Touch by Girolamo Gjeri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R-IG2aGwA2I/AAAAAAAAACk/Ae9mvPkD-z0/s1600-h/intimatetouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179710053219828578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R-IG2aGwA2I/AAAAAAAAACk/Ae9mvPkD-z0/s320/intimatetouch.jpg" border="0" /&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/1704008505338052475-6398549422701632424?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/6398549422701632424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=6398549422701632424&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/6398549422701632424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/6398549422701632424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/female-freestyle.html' title='Female Freestyle'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R-IG2aGwA2I/AAAAAAAAACk/Ae9mvPkD-z0/s72-c/intimatetouch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-1913706935964433338</id><published>2008-03-18T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:29:11.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Cuddy C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have realized that some people who I thought were close to me are not. People who I thought, thought highly of me, do not. And people who I thought I could trust I cannot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We live in a country where the right to choose your own path of life is supposedly suppose to be highly respected. So respect this, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I CHOOSE TO DO ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Instead of electing officials who will make my decisions about laws that I will have to abide by; I vote to create my own democracy. No middle man. I do not have to and will no longer consult/ imaginarily elect others before making my decisions. I was once a baby bird scared to leave the nest and now I realize that my wings are strong enough to fly high. Over all others and depend on nothing but God’s creation of gravity to keep me there.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine just came to this realization. Took him a while to understand that really all he has is himself, and I’m elated that he had that break through.  Taking time to reminisce on life is what life is about! Morality grows/forms from the revelations of experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“The unexamined life is not worth living.” – Socrates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-1913706935964433338?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/1913706935964433338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=1913706935964433338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/1913706935964433338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/1913706935964433338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/for-cuddy-c.html' title='For the Cuddy C'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-3134579878186390608</id><published>2008-03-18T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:08:28.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beats me, Revelation I guess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting here in my towel... I realize how elated I am. I've been kinda pissed for the past day or so. Some things have been brought to my attention that just really pissed me the F off! But, today im good. I don't have a worry. My people's from home is coming to spend the day with me before heading back to school. AND I had great sex last night. I mean im not going to go into detail don't worry. But I just wanted to state that today I realize that &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Sex CAN really make the whole day better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I asked a friend of mine last night, as she was sm0kin a bl*nt of course, what else besides Mary Jane getts you Hy? She responded, "Sex and money." Crazy chick! (thinks like a dude) I didn't understand how havin sex could get you that same feeling that a L could. But I was definitely shown and had to eat my words. I have found my Bud replacement. I quit smokin a while ago. But always seem to relapse here and there. No more! I have officially found a great way to be Hy and stay in shape, releasing those endorphins in a different way. Thank you friend for lettin me in on your Hy secret. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you person whom got me Hy&lt;/strong&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/1704008505338052475-3134579878186390608?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/3134579878186390608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=3134579878186390608&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3134579878186390608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3134579878186390608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/beats-me-revelation-i-guess.html' title='Beats me, Revelation I guess...'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-4146442797496301728</id><published>2008-03-17T19:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:13:27.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta do the Best for Me... Go Motha Fu*ka</title><content type='html'>Dedicated to all the ladies in my life who have lost someone special to them recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_5TPuHYJXL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_5TPuHYJXL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/6GnfcwaT2o/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/6GnfcwaT2o/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&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/1704008505338052475-4146442797496301728?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/4146442797496301728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=4146442797496301728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4146442797496301728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4146442797496301728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-of-you.html' title='Gotta do the Best for Me... Go Motha Fu*ka'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-8128287880326886863</id><published>2008-03-14T04:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T04:41:40.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I pump my OWN gas in Philly again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I kno its like 4 in the morning but im just getting in the house and I have to post this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm at the gas station in jersey (for those of you who dont know we do not pump our own gas. We have servants .:jk:. for that) and I pull up and see this very small Indian man holding the nozzle to the gas pump, jumping up and down like a mad man! At first im thinking this MFa is pourin Gas all over this Bi*ch an is about to blow this thing up. Then I realize he has on a Shell jacket. Anyway, at the same time a very large SUV is speeding down St. Georges Ave (very main block that the station is on... but is virtually empty at 4 in the morning) and another Indian man (the manager who works inside the mini mart) is screaming obscenities (in his foreign language but I know they're curse words because he throws in a  few F's and mother F's) into the air at the the attendant. Me being the nosey body that I am roll down my window... no longer concerned with getting gas b4 the car breaks down... and attentively listen. Get this, supposedly the man in the SUV stole &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;$63.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and some change worth of gas. How do you ask? Well kiddies he had the man fill his tank up and then just as the attendant was taking the nozzle out (getting ready to come around to the car window to collect his money) the man Pulls Off! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GENIUS!&lt;/span&gt; And that my friends is how you steal gas! The funny part tho is seeing a very small (no taller than 4'11") Indian man throwing a temper tantrum like a child getting yelled at by another man (whom is not much taller than him). Listening to their interpretation of the F word. Great times. Only in Jersey (sigh). Thats why they make you &lt;u&gt;pay ahead of time&lt;/u&gt; in Philly huh?&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/1704008505338052475-8128287880326886863?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/8128287880326886863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=8128287880326886863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8128287880326886863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8128287880326886863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-do-i-pump-my-own-gas-in-philly.html' title='Why do I pump my OWN gas in Philly again?'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-3628930195262471298</id><published>2008-03-13T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:51:59.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics as Use-uAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like ices &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and fools that think I slip, you fuck around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you get your guys hit, they &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;built me to be filthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on some &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I-do-or-die&lt;/span&gt; shit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for Real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PW8FKuQQR2U&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PW8FKuQQR2U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DEXTER STRICKLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one of the great JR guards in the country just showed you why with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;flush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1704008505338052475-3628930195262471298?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/3628930195262471298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=3628930195262471298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3628930195262471298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/3628930195262471298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/politics-as-use-ual.html' title='Politics as Use-uAL'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-7462694148548554484</id><published>2008-03-13T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:08:10.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazzzzin' Gru-ace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So my moms just put me up on this yall... don't worry its ok to laugh he's not mentally challenged... (n if he's not hy I wonder what it is...) the the dam*n church tho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So you don't have to watch this whole video (just the first minute or so). But you do have to watch all of the next one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5V0D7iPWAIE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5V0D7iPWAIE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Home of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tho? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(peep the ad libs)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sil998epE_E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sil998epE_E&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-7462694148548554484?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/7462694148548554484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=7462694148548554484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7462694148548554484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7462694148548554484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/amazzzzin-gru-ace.html' title='Amazzzzin&apos; Gru-ace!'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-8968727358086979873</id><published>2008-03-13T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T04:34:01.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my Brian's like Pinky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sitting in Calvins room reading all the new blogs when I began to think about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;UGGGG... WHAT AM I DOING WITH IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well lets see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bottle a day + a blog post/read or 2 + a small dose of VH1/BET + (maybe) homework = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and that it... there isn't anything more intellectual happening to my life. I feel like there should be some sort of revelation at least every few days. Or like some big idea should hit me ..... kinda like Pinky &amp;amp; The Brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it... &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SHOULD TAKE OVER THE WORLD!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.... bloggin really does bring out the best in you huh? It just lets you release all of your... &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt;! I'm gonna take over the world... (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm thinking that it might just be easier to take over the parts that will easily give in... this way I wont have to do much of any work.... fu*k... still a slacker trying to take the easy way out)&lt;/span&gt; I wish I could be like the Brain. Everyday just have a great idea, try it out then, when all else fails I... (guess)...... &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try try again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I mean didn't his enthusiasm just turn you on? It just made you want to get into &lt;strong&gt;somethin&lt;/strong&gt; as a kid. Karate, Soccer, Kick Ball, Red Light Green Light something! Kudos to Warner brothers for making a cartoon about a small creature with big dreams. Maybe one day that will be me. Right now im going to sit back...and let the liquor sink in. Smirnoff (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;triple distilled&lt;/span&gt;) mixed with a lil' Burtons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYj1nkwMp4k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYj1nkwMp4k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Who loved Pinky as much as i did? .:waiving hand in air like small child in class:.&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/1704008505338052475-8968727358086979873?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/8968727358086979873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=8968727358086979873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8968727358086979873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8968727358086979873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-brians-like-pinky.html' title='my Brian&apos;s like Pinky'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-5625479666769247342</id><published>2008-03-10T03:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T03:22:32.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>F IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im tired of holdin this shit in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;UAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There I said it. OK!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm hating men! I've been giving you guys the benefit of the doubt for years now. Tick mother fu**kn Tick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;TIMES UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You do nothing but disappoint in all areas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(just because I... doesnt mean sh*t. Learn this word fellaz... orgasm)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(when you love you dont cheat and repeatedly disappoint)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;COMPANIONSHIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (no f'n comment)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yall &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SUCK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess im doing this so that if ya'll see me walking round on campus with a chick you won't be surprised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For all those whom already knew.... disregard this.&lt;/span&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/1704008505338052475-5625479666769247342?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/5625479666769247342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=5625479666769247342&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5625479666769247342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/5625479666769247342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/f-it.html' title='F IT!'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-7374358696568544073</id><published>2008-03-07T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:48:10.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IDK</title><content type='html'>Honestly this is just a bunch of weird sh*t that I found. Wow to the internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 492px; HEIGHT: 428px" height="471" alt="Funny Pictures" src="http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/bcdb0673e8.jpg" width="492" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecqiZn2DDFQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecqiZn2DDFQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Funny Pictures" src="http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/stress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Funny Pictures" src="http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/bush-sandwich.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-7374358696568544073?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/7374358696568544073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=7374358696568544073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7374358696568544073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7374358696568544073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/idk.html' title='IDK'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-6005405235173356395</id><published>2008-03-07T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:24:10.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you hidin "Pigon" tho?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;umk. so there are several inspirations for this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I woke up alone this morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; After I realized I was alone I wanted to watch cartoons. Only to turn on the TV and not be satisfied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I therefore went on line and was like, "I need to get my serving of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cartoons&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for the day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(LightBulb on.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .:ding:.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PEPE &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LE&lt;/span&gt; PEW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Son! As a child you never quite understand that he is &lt;u&gt;stalkin&lt;/u&gt; damn near rapin these females. He's &lt;u&gt;crazy&lt;/u&gt;! If a man really acted this way he would be locked up! Peep Pepe and this terrified female cat as they demonstrate Ike and Tina's relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Please dont forget to pay attention to their accents. If i was French i'd be pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-saiHSjw_Y"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-saiHSjw_Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-6005405235173356395?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/6005405235173356395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=6005405235173356395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/6005405235173356395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/6005405235173356395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/umk.html' title='Where are you hidin &quot;Pigon&quot; tho?'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-8776630664347852240</id><published>2008-03-02T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T18:35:25.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im messin Wit B's Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ummk. So im still listened to the music on the comp. It's on shuffle and what not. C's put me up on the Miss. Erykah Badu "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt; Am&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Erykah&lt;/span&gt;" album. I already loved her but, guys this might be better than &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Baduizm&lt;/span&gt;. I think ppl be sleepin cause her music's kinda weird, as far as lyrics go (shu... at times I have to rewind the songs over and over again just to try and get the damn thang!). But the purpose of this is to say. B... for some reason your just poppin up all over my life today. (get out of my brain) First my name now my life. I swear! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway this song reminds me of you and &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ya girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzPcz8Nozhk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TzPcz8Nozhk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-8776630664347852240?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/8776630664347852240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=8776630664347852240&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8776630664347852240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8776630664347852240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/ummk.html' title='Im messin Wit B&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-2430199190917450572</id><published>2008-03-02T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:47:56.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I'm reading &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;B. Dezzy's&lt;/span&gt; post and it's touching me in more ways then one. I love my mom and she is everything to me. I mean I really don't know what I would do. Now, thinking that whlie simultaneously reading, Christina Aguilera comes blasting thru my computer speakers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"She always dreamt of a fairytale life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all the things that your money can't buy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She thought that he was a wonderful guy"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So deep... I begin to cry. "It's my childhood," I thought. "&lt;strong&gt;Damn&lt;/strong&gt; my momma is a &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;strong female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;," was the next thought. I wiped the tears away and decided to write this blog. And now.... i'll let ya'll listen to the talented Miss. Christina Aguilera!! (said like commentator)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPpYOWgREu4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPpYOWgREu4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-2430199190917450572?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/2430199190917450572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=2430199190917450572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2430199190917450572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/2430199190917450572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-im-reading-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-6062028628152074760</id><published>2008-03-02T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:38:20.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(sigh)SIGNS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;umk... so... when starting something new with a dude, right (smacking w/ dirty girl accent)... how do you know when you should move forward and go on that second date? I mean... scenario: everything is cool, great, copacetic. Your out on the date and your having a lot of fun. Then there is one thing that just throws you completely off. Lets say he's.... looking at his phone every 10 minutes. And it's pissing you off b/c it's like hes paying attention but not paying attention to you.Or he's waiting for something more important to come along. Or whatever it is, this one thing really irks you. Its making the date seem less and less great and more like if a second date comes or doesn't come you could care less. If your feeling nonchalant about it... do you go on the second date and hope that it gets better? Or, is that a sign right there that its not even worth it? (looking up to the sky with blank stare, really confused)&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/1704008505338052475-6062028628152074760?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/6062028628152074760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=6062028628152074760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/6062028628152074760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/6062028628152074760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/03/sighsigns.html' title='(sigh)SIGNS....'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-8847754294114551375</id><published>2008-02-29T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:32:28.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sha What!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I just realized that I hate being shushed... so I want to punch this bi**h that's sittin next to me in her face. And if I wasnt tryin to better myself and be all intellectual n sh**t, and more importantly on probation, I would whop this bi**h's ass... first off its madd mother f**kas in this damn Starbucks talking loud as f**k. Im listenin to Katt Williams on the computer. This bi**h gon shush me!!! Im like what the f**k... Money? I had ta &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wooooo saaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; On some real I don't know why it bothered me so much but it did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My dude Dane always knows how I feel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6mbSDlL3P6A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6mbSDlL3P6A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-8847754294114551375?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/8847754294114551375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=8847754294114551375&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8847754294114551375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/8847754294114551375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/02/sha-what.html' title='Sha What!!!'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-4327448703982343462</id><published>2008-02-28T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:55:35.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think its Ok... Really I do.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ummk so quick question… who made up the rule that you can’t date your&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;friend’s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;ex-boyfriend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I have a friend who likes her friend’s ex-boyfriend but she’s scared to tell her b/c she doesn’t want to lose her as a friend. (“Friend” I hope that you’re not talking about my ex-boyfriend and you made this up b/c you felt like you couldn’t tell me. I’m done with him if he’s my ex and I no longer give a fuck.) Honestly I may joke about the past and reminisce on it but I honestly deep down inside never want to go back. And who am I to say that you as my friend can’t date someone who you want to? Someone who made me happy at one point and may make you happy as well! I mean honestly… yes I know it’s like &lt;u&gt;sloppy seconds&lt;/u&gt; but I’ve never had a problem with my friends dating my ex-boyfriend. Now if they did it while we were still dating or “doing” each other… &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THAT’S SOMETHING DIFFERENT!!&lt;/span&gt; I feel like if you come to me and say, “Hey I like him. How do you feel about that?” And I’m done with it then why not? Get over your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ex&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;… boo! You can’t claim that man forever sweetheart. So to my friend, even though we already had this discussion over the phone, talk to ya girl about it. If she’s mature then she’ll appreciate you commin to talk to her and not shut you out for it. She’ll give you a straight up answer and if she says no respect that, if you want to keep her as a friend. And if she says she doesn’t care, really asses how she said it and see if she’s just putting up a front or if she really doesn’t give a fuck. And if she doesn’t (give a fuck) then hopefully you find happiness in your new dude… ya girls leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;(Thought about while talking about Helen’s ass in Intellectual Heritage.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sandyfeet.com/sand/lovetriangle2/triangle04.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sandyfeet.com/sand/lovetriangle2/triangle04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Umk so you cant tell me that thefact that they steppin on this chick aint funny... lol... Love Triangle ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-4327448703982343462?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/4327448703982343462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=4327448703982343462&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4327448703982343462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/4327448703982343462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-its-ok-really-i-do.html' title='I think its Ok... Really I do.....'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-7129607388498026097</id><published>2008-02-26T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:28:13.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bro Phenom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So most of my friends know that I take pride in my lil' bro. He's my baby and im so &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of him. I've been waitin for &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MSG&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to post the pictures of the final game 2008 (&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Patrick's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; v. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Linden High&lt;/span&gt;). But they haven't (sad face, lip poked way out) but, best believe when someone post some video I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;post it so ya'll know my baby is a beast. He's a 6'3" Jr.in High School ya'll!! Ladies he's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;OFF&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; limits! So for right now lets just settle for some pics of my phenom..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEXTER STRICKLAND!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R8TlwSL2tWI/AAAAAAAAABk/uKCwzS_oH5c/s1600-h/bro+in+action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171510889806214498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R8TlwSL2tWI/AAAAAAAAABk/uKCwzS_oH5c/s320/bro+in+action.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HUSTLE BABY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R8TmEiL2tYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bfB0-GwNYyg/s1600-h/bro+in+action+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171511237698565506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R8TmEiL2tYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bfB0-GwNYyg/s320/bro+in+action+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R8Tl_CL2tXI/AAAAAAAAABs/2LOfds7YICo/s1600-h/bro+in+action+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171511143209284978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R8Tl_CL2tXI/AAAAAAAAABs/2LOfds7YICo/s320/bro+in+action+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MAD PROPS TO THE BRO YO!&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/1704008505338052475-7129607388498026097?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/7129607388498026097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=7129607388498026097&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7129607388498026097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7129607388498026097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/02/bro-phenom.html' title='The Bro Phenom'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_StVngEZoKSo/R8TlwSL2tWI/AAAAAAAAABk/uKCwzS_oH5c/s72-c/bro+in+action.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-223748205675721140</id><published>2008-02-26T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T18:54:43.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Life Period... F' Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/SAG/KT096~Love-Life-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/SAG/KT096~Love-Life-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Umk so my peoples posted this thing on her blog about men and what she wants in a man (to strive for perfection) and blah blah blah. (Not to say it wasn’t interesting I just don’t feel like going into deeper detail... want to read it? It's under my My Bloggers link as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) and I couldn’t help but feel some sort of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;towards it. Yes it’s all women empowering and what not but, I mean... and this is just me... a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who is striving for something that he knows he will never achieve is an idiot. Just my take on it. Like, what do you mean you know you will never achieve perfection? That you will never be God but... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT WHAT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It’s ok to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRETEND?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Whatever. I want a man who knows what he wants in life and who is content with achieving what he can (because in the long run he is a happier person… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;no all CEO’s aren't happy people&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). Have dreams! Reach for the skies! I would never take that from anyone. But don’t lock yourself in a room for years wondering how you can achieve perfection. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IT’S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;POSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Unless you look at those people who are just so full of themselves they think their perfect… a sin in God’s book mind you) All of that “oh my god I have to be better than everyone on earth,” just breeds aggravation and frustrations which sometimes is the reason for tension in a relationship. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I want a man who is ok with being a nobody ni**a. But, what I am saying is that claiming that you want to be perfect because you’re created in the image of God and he is... is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;what’s poppin. Be the best that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; can be! Remember that from grade school? And once you reach a place where you are happy then stay there. Then when you’re no longer Happy, move on to bigger and better things. Don’t move on just because though. You may miss out on the one thing that you felt at peace with doing. If sweeping floors makes you happy and you have a good woman behind you that understand that then damit… &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SWEEP THEM FLOORS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What happened to I’m behind my man 100% even if he is a f**k up at times.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Whatever happened to genuine love? It seems that now-a-days all we care about are the shoes on a man’s feet and the type of car that he’s driving. Or now that we females are in college, “What his major is?” (Some Ghettoite smacking gum and all) Uh... let’s think about this… most motha fu**as don’t get the job that they received a degree in (men and women). Scenario: Ya got wit dude because he had a major that you just KNEW he was going to make guap in. Ya fall in love. Ya both graduate and he ends up flippin burgers. To leave or not to leave? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; is the question! And if you stay ladies, how long are you willing for him to wait to get on his feet and find a good job? Do you leave him like Will Smith's good for nothing wife in The Pursuit of Happiness or do you stick it out and wait for him to become CEO of some major corporation. Answer truthfully now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I just went off on a really big tangent... to get back to what I originally began to ponder on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Why is it that people always have to be the best of the best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; While you’re out there over achieving working 24hour shifts just because you want to make more money than the next man (this does not apply to those families where it is necessary to work long hours just to buy a loaf of bread) what are you missing out on? Will you miss your child’s first words, first steps, and birth even? This society has drilled it into our brains that if we don’t strive to be perfect then we will be close or less than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;My father was pissed at me when he found out that I wanted to teach. "They don’t make enough money," he said. "You love and do well in science why not be a Doctor," he said. Ya know what I said. I don’t care about the money as long as I’m happy and being a teacher is what’s going to make ME HAPPY. Then he exclaimed, "Well at least be the principal or the head of the School Board!" F**king why though! Because their position is higher than that of the teacher? Because the more people I command the more perfect I am? F**k that! I don’t want to stress my life away concerned about other people not in my Microsystem (look it up). I don’t want to care about the next b**ch and what she has on or if she’s than me because her job pays more than mine (and I don’t care what ya’ll say that subconscious of yours is thinking that s**t). I’m content with living, breathing, and being in the working class. S**T... it’s been proven that people in working class families are better people any fu**ing way! Their happier their children are more mentally stable. And they are more likely to NOT do drugs. Like... let’s get it together people! Don’t let this society tell you that you have to be lawyer or a doctor to be someone. And don’t let the Priest tell you that you have to be Jesus in order to gain salvation. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfection is what you make it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you read all of this KUDOS to you. and thank ya much! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1704008505338052475-223748205675721140?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/223748205675721140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=223748205675721140&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/223748205675721140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/223748205675721140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/02/umk-so-my-peoples-posted-this-thing-on.html' title='Love Life Period... F&apos; Perfection'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704008505338052475.post-7169955789282920870</id><published>2008-02-25T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:59:08.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Thy Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today will be a &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; day. So far I woke up... a good thing… got some work done and had time to sit down and think about &lt;strong&gt;my life&lt;/strong&gt; for a min. I mean I wanted to write something interesting for my first blog. Honestly ya’ll I can’t think of anything that I’m totally in conflict with or that I’m totally in love with. I'm completely at peace. Oddly enough... however I did realize as I sat listening to Jaguar Wright that a lot of my friends are having some &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; trouble. So I’ve decided to take this time out to say this to them…&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Self love is all we need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Jaguar Wright ya’ll, check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYT0adS6v_4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DYT0adS6v_4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C’s … L told me what went down on Saturday. You’re crazy baby! I honestly have way too much pride to do that… way too much pride. Watch your back babe. I’m behind you all the way but don’t make me regret it. Make good decisions now that you’ve made the decision to forgive and &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704008505338052475-7169955789282920870?l=amachi-fa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/feeds/7169955789282920870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704008505338052475&amp;postID=7169955789282920870&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7169955789282920870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704008505338052475/posts/default/7169955789282920870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amachi-fa.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-to-this.html' title='Love Thy Self'/><author><name>Amachi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05606763983649758301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_StVngEZoKSo/S6eWtFsLiVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/cJwU_teNM9E/S220/bac+2+philly.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
