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Tokia's GetawayBuisness, Blogs, Learning, Anime, Fanfics, Art, Music. I love em' all. 22 mars EasterSo I was reading an article yesterday by a popular Bahamian pastor on why Christ had to die. Some things mentioned I totally agree with, and other things, not so much. One thing however, bothered me tremndously.
I agree that the death of Jesus Christ should in no way be associated with suicide which is "an individual's response to personal distress, frustration, hopelessness and depression."
I agree that the death of Christ was a divine predetermined act that no one man, or groups of men, or human entity could orchestrate. If God our Father had not determined that Christ should die, then no one would have been able to put Him to death.
The one thing I do not agree with is the saying that "Jesus was killed to keep the integrity of His word." This saying makes the greatest sacrifice sound selfhish and egotistical. Jesus did it for us all. He gave all of us a way out, those who believe and those who don't. Theres a big difference between that definition, and the inegrity of His word.
13 mai Ghetto Baby BraveryI know I posted something earlier, so this won't be long. I was just thinking about generation X's criminals and their lack of fear for the police. Here in the Bahamas I'm thinking that I know of one potential problem . . . Parents and older folks constant use of fear to get their way.
Consider for example a child doing something wrong, I've known many parents to say (if the punishment only merits a warning) "If you don't stop I'm gonna call the policeman for you, and he ga take you to jail." The child, who would be in his or her toddler years, would then be terrified and would either not offend again . . . or not get caught. Now, the parents or older person, seeing how well this worked, would then use the fear for the simplest circumstances. "Ask me for a cookie again, and I'll call the police and tell them you’re naggin me." Of course its not that obviously ridiculous, but it is just as ridiculous. Eventually, the child teaches his or her self not to fear the police, or otherwise don't get what he or she wants . . . what toddler would not figure out how to get what he or she wants . . . if they have to shut up, cry, do a puppy face, wait patiently, or ask somebody else, they'll figure it out.
It's clearly obvious that not every baby that learns this doesn’t have a healthy respect for the law, but consider those who were raised in immoral environment. I know I can speak specifically for some ghetto babies I know. Fear is a weakness. Conquer your fear, or it'll be used against you. Its as simple as that. You have to get over it eventually.
Not getting into specifics, but additionally its amazing what I've glimpsed, from time to time, immoral people doing when a child has a fear . . . especially when that fear is unwanted. If the little one is small enough to fit into a window and open a door, there is no room for fear.
I find it ironic since the adult would habour these fears, and live with them each time they commit a felony. It's just that fear immobilizes a child, making them useless.
Anyway, this is one potential reason. I could be wrong, but I don't think so. Also, if I told you I knew how I got to that . . . I'd be lying . . . big time. Much luv and stay safe all.
Tokia  ComradesEach time I watch The Lord of the Ring, I find myself thinking on the incredible bonds which the author gave his characters. It never fails for many to comment on the obvious homosexuality of Frodo and the others, when it is merely obvious that this day and age know nothing of bonds as strong as theirs.
I will not assume that in the olden days true friendship was as common as sand on a beach, but I do notice more 'old people' if you will, with such ties than any middle age or young person I know.
I would like to think that the army is an organization that one may still find such bonds, but I really wouldn't know that. It's wonderful to think that brothers in arms that have cried tears of sweat and blood can be together and rely on each other long after the war has ended, but its still a bit daunting to think that it took a war in the first place . . . not to mention the rape of women and land that they may have covered up in the first place.
What has happened to loyalty and honor? I'm not referring to the stupidity of dieing just because it would be dishonorable to go home alive or some crap like that, but pure, simple honor. Why are these things overrated? Doesn't it bother anyone, at some point, that we cannot accept two people being so close without being romantically in love or sexually attracted to each other. Why have we allowed ourselves to grow so accustomed to selfishness, hatred, and hidden agendas that we figure, pure love, good intentions, and honesty are a cover for something horrid. Of course blind trust is ridiculous, but after a certain amount of time shouldn't one allow some bond to exist.
Comradeships, Friendships, Bonds of Brothers . . . I'm not sure they still exist. That's unfortunate.
Anyway, much luv and stay safe all. Anyway, much luv and stay safe all.
Tokia  10 mai Looking Back & LexxusSo I was looking back on my site and i realized everything was about men. wow. you'd think that's the only thing on my mind. So not true. I guess its just wen i normallly feel like writing. So that's totally got to change. right now lemme tell yall bout something that's been bothering me.
this bahamian chick on the news yesterday was talking about how she freeze dried her dead dog . . . what tha bloody hell??? she seemingly couldn't live without dear old Lexxus, her off white poodle. I just don't get it. Hey hats off to you lady. I don't know what you and dat dog been through, so if u have da money to go send a corpes to america to freeze it's shell, go rite ahead! I wouldn't do it, but its your money . . . or whoever's. Obviously ur family and friends understand, all dey do was send u hallmark cards . . . the rest of the nation don't matter.
Much luv and stay safe all
Tokia  8 mars WhyI've seen him at least once a day for the past several days and the pain is still nausiating. I've thought several times of asking him if we can make a schedule, but that's just silly. I'm applying for a job at our water supply company and i hope i get it. This is not only to avid seeing him, but for crying out loud that would be nice. Its funny isn't it, to him it must merely be going to a place where this girl works who he used to fool around with, but for me, its seeing the man that I regretably love, who couldn't care less for me.
Good news it I got up again last night, but i don't think its because of him, it was 11.25, that's too early. I drifted in and out of sleep afterwards, but at least i didn't toss and turn. Great huh! 28 février The Heart CollectorI am exhausted. I’ve tire myself with the seemingly foolish belief in the strength of love, loyalty, understanding, and compassion. The inner workings of my mind and the output of my heart are two completely different views on the harsh reality before me.
I am foolish. I long to cry, never having experienced this pain that is so raw, and so unbelievably constant that flows so deep that tears are not sufficient, and therefore cannot be formed. Each time I am hopeful as I feel that familiar sting behind my eyes only to be disappointed as they draw back into the abyss from which they came . . . writing my misery usually makes me cry. There is something about reading my words, so truthful, so sincere, so earnest, as I hear my voice emanating from the screen that usually drives me to tears . . . even now I feel the sting . . . it comes, then it falls once more into that cursed abyss somewhere in my soul.
It hurts like hell to know you were never loved, cared for, or even respected by a person that you’ve loved so purely, so deeply, so sincerely for so long. It wasn’t the first time around with him for me. I knew fully well that I could be hurt again, but I never suspected that I meant less than nothing to him . . . all this time . . . less than nothing . . . all this time . . . and all of the time before that . . . less than nothing . . . damn.
I still love him. I wish I didn’t, but I can’t help it. I’ll tell you this however, for all the love, longing and lamentation of my stolen heart, I want no more to do with him (not that the chance will ever occur. He is always aware of his actions, and for all my patience and forgiveness, he knows that he ended it in a way so that there will be no ‘again’). I prefer to face this constant, literally nauseating pain alone, than to again fall into the delusion that was us . . . hence the conflict of heart and mind . . . lay a wager on my logic. I’ll make sure that it prevails.
I learned that bit from him you know . . . logic over emotions I mean. A painful, but valuable lesson that was harshly taught . . . though I’m sure he doesn’t think so.
It was so easy to believe him, to trust him, to have faith in him . . . it was all so easy, and all so undeserving . . . well maybe no altogether undeserving . . . I still believe in his ability to succeed, his strength to survive, and the barriers that he will let down when he’s ready. I have faith that his admirable intelligence, and his incredible smarts mixed with his sheer discipline and strong work ethic will one day be used for something greater. I believe in his strong will, and I have faith that someday he will learn the art of forgiveness, and the wisdom, and perks of living in a world greater than the one where only he exists . . . someday he’ll become an far better man to know . . . someday without me.
I hate seeing him. Each time I feel a little less like misery, and more like hope, I see him. As soon as I lay eyes on him I’m reminded of how much I love him and how little I mean to him. Each time I lay eyes on him I remember the words that meant nothing, the mutual emotions I pathetically imagined, the lies I believed and the facts I forgave . . . the faith I had . . . each time I see him I remember the child we almost created whom I’ve never laid eyes on, but loved so much, and God would not allow me to have . . . I wept then . . . I sobbed . . . and I’ve been “overly sensitive” to anything remotely concerning babies ever since.
How I wish I could just stop feeling what I feel for him . . . it’s so annoying . . . and I can’t even cry . . . not won’t . . . can’t. Why is that?
It’s so annoying to wake 12 or 1 in the morning with something inside you saying “he worked late and is just heading home”. Afterwards you toss and turn trying for the life of you to get back to sleep, but you just can’t until four or maybe a late three if you’re lucky. It hurts to see him here and there with this other young lady who now holds his interest, wither it is for the time being, or for a lifetime . . . it just hurts. You see them and it hurts to know that she is at least part of the reason he doesn’t want to touch you anymore. It hurts when you know she’s the one you cleaned up after that one time when everything just felt wrong. It hurts to know that you’re as expendable to him as a used piece of tissue . . . especially when he was your heart . . . not your everything . . . just your heart.
I wanted to be his lover, his partner, and his friend. I wanted to be there for him . . . I wanted him to know I was there for him . . . I wanted too much. I wanted him to be able to talk to me, to trust me to listen, to trust me to be understanding, open and honest. I wanted to be worth something to him . . . I wanted way too much.
I hate knowing that I still remember the taste of his lips . . . I loved the taste of his lips, and I hate knowing that I remember the natural scent of his body and how I know it soothed me on bad days, relaxed me on any other day, and made me even more aroused in the heat of passion. For goodness sake, I can still remember the feel of his skin and the sound of his breathing when he slept and I can’t stand it! Most of all I hate knowing I loved him and still love him so completely.
I don’t want to be with anybody else. I don’t want him, I can’t take anymore of his punishment, but I don’t want to be with anybody else. Mind you he’s not the sole reason, but he’s the icing on the cake. In any case, I really don’t feel capable of loving that way again. I have absolutely no desire in me to re-enter the dating/coupling world. I really do feel so numb against it. Hec, I can’t even cry. God knows I wish I could cry.
I was worth nothing . . . nothing at all . . .
Damn it, I could just see him now if he were to ever see this and actually read it. Lets say he’s eating, he’ll continue to eat with his odd combination of quick carefulness (I dunno, he just eats quickly, but he’s very careful . . . I don’t think I’ve ever seen him choke.) he’ll snort and give a quick laugh at some points, this one probably included, and when he finished, without even a shrug, or maybe he’ll let out a small, careless “hn. Ok” then probably go back to that spider solitaire game he was more than likely playing while kissing and picking at the morsels that may have been left in his teeth. However that certainly would never happen since he’ll never consider reading something on a page he may remember to be my own . . . not to mention this must be at least three pages long. He’ll probably think this is all very silly in any case.
What is wrong with me . . . I felt the sting, my eyes became swollen with water, and I willed it to fall . . . but it wouldn’t, and I still can’t cry . . . why?
Why does my heart refuse to stop loving this guy? Doesn’t it know that he never, and will never love me? Damn good thing my head knows . . . it still hurts like mad though . . . Bastard . . . I love you so much. To you, however, I wasn’t worth sincerity or words . . . I wasn’t worth the benefit of a doubt . . . I wasn’t worth a real chance . . . I wasn’t worth acknowledgement . . . and I loved you so much. . .
Would anyone believe though, that in spite of all this pain . . . I regret nothing?
What is wrong with me?
Tokia 15 juillet TornEach day she watched as the man she thought she knew shriveled into nothingness. Layers of lies crack feebly on his surface exposing the stranger beneath. Trust can not be founded. Hate and disgust have not yet brewed. Willingly bound by devotion and loyalty, she struggles to keep herself as he lies again. Numbness becomes her, for she has finally realized . . . she was not meant to love.
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9 octobre DilemaAs I focus on the hoplessness that is you, I realize, you're trying your hardest to forget me . . . why am I so disgusting to you? . . . Please . . . see me . . . for who I am . . . I am one in a milliion . . . hidden benathe the coal . . . outstanding in my disfigurement. I do not fear your rigidness. 13 août The Beginnings of ChaosI am no parent, but I have tried to raise my two younger brothers because of certain reasons I wish not to discuss. The youngest looks up to the elder brother in an adoration I cannot compare to. I simply try to raisse them both using different methods.
A few days ago, the younger brother - lets call him the little brother - was 'joking around' about selling weed and buying cars. He's a good kid, but I feel he can be easily persuaded by company, therefor I took him quite seriously. I spoke to him on the matter, and let it be known that I speak to him freely on drugs, sex so on and so forth, he confirmed he was kidding around.
Just the other day I gave this same 'little brother' a certain chore to do. He didn't like doing this particular chore and refused to do as I asked. I fell ill, but I did not fail to notice the unusual disobedience and disrespect that he displayed. I was always taught to show respect to my elders, so in an effort to disipline him -by making sure he did that chore no matter what- I was reprimanded by my father. The thing is, my parents are either to work or lying in their room at the back of the house. They know nothing much of what's going on. However, it seems my mother had wrongfully punished my little brother for something, but that gave him no freedom to not deal with our issue from before. My dad, going back on his 'chain of command' and 'show respect to your elders' teachings freed my little brother of his rightful punishment, and he went about his buisness as arrogant and as 'I don't care I don't have to listen to you anymore' as ever.
Maybe I watch too much television, but those drug commercials got me thinking when showing symptoms of abuse or the beginnings of consideration at the least. I'm a female, and I have no male figure younger than my parents but older than my brothers to talk to about this or for them to look up to at the moment.
Although I try to assist in raising both brothers, I have not failed to notice that what my little brother of 16 does, my 'baby brother' - because he's the youngest and that's about it - of 11 will soon follow.
So now again I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, although it is of a different kind. With this new development, the underminding of my authority (seeing as to how my parents are either not here of in their room this is important) I fear the worse for tweedle dum and tweedle dee. I need someone, a man, to talk to. I feel my dad will blow things out of proportion.
My brothers mean alot to me, therefore this whole issue is very upsetting.
Stay safe.
Tokia 1 août .....I find myself stuck between a rock and a hard place. The inner workings of my mind and the desires of my heart tug at my ability to reason on moral grounds. Aside from that fact, I'm alive.
I find myself slightly misereble. The emptiness and logic that I live with is, incomprehensible to those I live amoungst. They wish for me to speak when there is nothing to be said. They wish for me to be home, doing . . . nothing really, than for me to go out and enjoy what it is I do when I'm out. I suppose that's not completely fair to say. They see it as, I get up, I go to work, I go out. Sure, I get up, I go to work, I go out to excersise . . . and then I'm home again.
I feel smoothered, unloved, unnoticed, and unaccounted for. In spite of all this, I do not feel insignifcant.
So I've finally realised I cannot please the world. I try to be happy through the shit, i'm not really... but, I am greatful for life . . . why? I don't really know.
Tokia 18 juillet The Jitterness of a first date countdownthere was quite a bit of info here for you guys, but i gess it was to much for the blog to publish . . . or it was not meant to be seen. in any case i don't feel like, or cannot write it all again. it was the . . . spur of the moment thing. sorry guys. 16 juillet Well Well Well. What Should I Make of This?Another day, another dollar . . . not quite the case, but . . . nah, not even close. I find human emoions to be very interesting. It is said "the primal urge to mate drives us all." This may be logical, but is it so? I am not one to "fall" for a guy every weekend. Nor am I the type to use a guy to . . . bouce back, so to speak. Truthfully, I tried it once before, and it didn't work for me.
If I am honest with myself, I can safely say that I am balancing on the edge of 'I hate men and won't bother with the likes of them anymore' and 'what a guy. I want to get to know him.' Then I wonder to myself, "What makes him so different?" Hell, what makes me so different? Why do I drink from the cup of yet another relationsp, when I have been hurt or dissapointed so many times? Is it because I am strong? Or, is it because I am stupid? Come now, lets' get a laugh out of this one. Strong or stupid? Going once. . . going twice . . . and the stupids have it folks! Majority isn't always right thoe.
Who reads this crap anyway? I jump from one thought to the other without flow or any indication of my doing so. Welcome to the mess known as my mind!! A twisted place of contridiction as I try to balance both good and evil. A secret place as there are things I hide/lock away, yet still contemplate on. A place where you would probably get lost, comoorted, horney, amazed and scared stupid. Ultamitly thoe, you will get lost
That's enough of me talking crap that is totall meaningless and irrelevant to the other . . . or is it? Welcome to my mind. btw, I have a date.  31 mai Congradulations to my gurl . . . even doe i een neva dere.Much love going out to my gurl Shanique! I know i have bad 'keeping up' habits, but you and the others are always in my heart and mind. I wish I could be there for your big day, but it seems I wasn't suppose to. My dad had his father's day honor thing that conflicted with your time, and I still got sick . . . terribly sick . . . and highly contageous. I missed everything. I miss everything. And look! You got married to my primary school friend Troy! It's soo cool! I honstly wish you guys da best. I will rememba to pray for you all to be granted strength to get at and through anything that is thrown to yall. May the love stay free flowing. Take care of each other better than even you guys expected. I sincerly love you both. Tokia 15 avril IllusionsIllusions by: Tokia "From the moment I first loved you . . ." It was then that I stopped and closed the card To words that would taunt a broken heart Seeing and feeling you all around Hearing you, when there is no sound. Thinking of you to only realize That I am not yours And you are not mine Filthy little habbits I seek to break Before anyone notices my crestfallen face. In men's clothing stores I look and think "I wonder if he'll probably like these" In a blink of an eye reality seeks To remind me of things That no longer be. Everything seems to remind me of you Like my surroundings cannot phanthom The fact that we're through. Ultimately annoying, that's this phase in my life When you're a drone to emotion To heartaches To strife And yet ultimately You don't care And to think that you do Is something I won't dare. Crying Longing Broken smiles Remebering Forgetting In Denile Chatting Grinning amoungst friends Behind sad eyes No one sees my pretense But, I have the courage to walk with my head held high You fooled me once I fooled me twice I loved Illusions of respect and lies I loved Illusions of sense of style I loved Illusions of trust and strength I loved Illusions that were warpped ... Warpped to fill the desires of my heart. I loved the illusion of a man That was strong yet gentle Blunt and sometimes reckless but ultimately unphased By the stupidity of certain things these days I loved an Illusion that was patient with me I didn't know he preffered to hold back than to bleed I loved an Illusion that was tarty and sweet Not knowing he did things, without the emotion of which I speak I loved an Illusion, and I tried my best To make him happy To assure him of rest To assure him of rest in trusting arms Arms that, in spite of appearance Can, and would gladly hold his weight To assure him that as he slept I am still faithful and have not left To the arms of another, and one other more I guess it's my fault if he thought I was weak But I wanted him to know that he would lead I wanted him to know and to understand That I would be there To support my man But the silent way that I stood Behind or beside him was no good Just no good when he was acting the fool . . . For me to speak out and tell him better when we were alone The silent smile and light touch on his back were not enough to lighten the black That was left behind after a stormy day. The silly antics to make him laugh I guess were looked down upon And cast back So much for the phrase "Lend me your ear" I guess there where things I could not hear The only subsitute for my ear was my smile And my antics in hopes that they could ease your mind. But, They only caused you to 'enjoy the times we had together' Since this is me . . . I guess I'm truly not what you need. I know I can step up to the front line when you tire, but I guess you didn't know that I'm not even sure that's what you want. What does it matter now anyway . . . My tarty-sweet illusion has dissipated . . . And we'll go to live our seperate lives. I merely wish it had ended with more dignity.
9 avril An ExistanceI hate. I love. I exist. Living a life that is maintained out of a debt that can never be repaid. To not remain, would be a slap in the face. Going through the motions that have been banged into your brain from birth, the so called formula for sucess, there's way more to it than follow the rules and everything will be ok. Meet our standards and everyting will be ok. Be 'normal' and everything will be ok. Liers, theives and murders are all of them. We've been lied to from birth as the stole our money, creativity and originality just before killing our spirit . . . and it's no one's fault but our own. Pointing fingers is a waste of time and energy. Only you can make the necessary changes in your life. So do it already. Tokia 24 mars Just Say So!Anyone ever had an experience when a boyfriend or girlfriend wanted to break up with you so they found the silliest most foolish excuse for doing so?? I mean, I knew he wanted to leave but i was still trying to make the most of it. Why you ask, well, cuz da break up wasn't official. So anyway, here's the reason he found to leave . . . I wanted my mushrooms . . . Could you believe it?!! Full story = We're in a resturant and we lookin to order our food, when i choose i say "Baby do you want some of this when it comes?" So he declines. When da food comes he cuts his sandwich in half and puts a half on my plate. I'm like "baby i don't want dis." over time i say this over and over and over . . . ect. After a while, he starts to oeat off my plate. (no he's not a slob or disgusting. it was a very down to earth reasturant. we can do stuff like this) anyway right! i think nothing off this action cuz he usually picks off my plate when we're home because he knows i eat very little. Additionally, i like mushrooms, he was eating all, so i was like "don't eat all my mushrooms" he continues, i was like "i want my mushrooms" after a good while when he continues i decide to take his fork and eat the portion that was on it. . . he is tense for the rest of the night. so afta 3 days or so, he figures he wants nothing more to do with me because i'm selfish! Screw all the things i try to do and to change for him. I'm selfish cuz i didn't realize he wanted me to offer again. actually he said that i never did. but that's not correct. i mean he became pissed to the point where he hung up da phone on me . . . wow . . . well anyway its over cuz i wanted my mushrooms . . .sheesh. Much luv. Tokia 4 mars CompromiseA relationship is about compromise. I find myself doing it quite often. However, I have learnt that the notion of compromise should be obliged on both ends. Compromise is not adjusting when it is most convienient. Compromise is a mutual adjustment that is not a settlement for both sides, but a mutual agreement based on same level understanding. It is not right to say, "Do it my way." all of the time when it really counts and say "Have it your way" during times when it doesnt really matter. For example, going to a movie that i want to see is totally different from obligating me to tell you all where i have been while your whereabouts are none of my business. Giving me the decision of what i want to eat is not equal to repeating the famous quote "the phone works both ways" as long as i do most of the calling. Agreeing to say "I love you" does not even out aninsincere, manners driven apology. Nobody is always right, but at least I can say when i was wrong. The bittersweet deal form such experiences is the fact that you learn not to care. You learn not to worry. You learn not to stress. You learn to cut off that free flowing love when it is undeserved. Sure it builds up inside of you, but you can handle it. And the best bittersweet thing is, if a compromise cannot be met for such simple, yet significant things, then you should consider if it is not a waste of your time. Sure, it may be, but i have never met someone that could keep a healthy relationship while they made all the compromises . . . oh wait! . . . nevermind, the person i had in mind was dumped, crushed, and went gay . . . seriously. Don't worry people! If things don't work out that faucet of love will probably keep flowing inside you, but only for so long. Eventually, you will have drained it dry for that particular person and the love that is kept bottled inside will lose it potency. Be comforted in knowing this is easier to do when you have done it before. Much love, Stay safe. Tokia 2 mars Expectations...I find it funny that people pretty much expect you to stay one way all the time. Maybe most people do . . . i don't. There are times when i can be this loud, goofy, funny person, and then there are times when i could be this solemn, observant and silent person. I show the goofy side more often than i do any other side of me. Maybe it's because people accept that more. I dunno what it is. When you're quiet and showing that you have at least an ounce of sense, people think you're either stuck up, mad, or looking for attention. Maybe that's why they do it. If so then have fun . . . but i'm just gonna be me. So what if i'm making everyone laugh one time, and being silent and observant the next. So what if i am the most concerned person at one time and then i just wanna be alone the next. So what if i am interested in talking foolishness or crap at one time and then i jus don't feel like dealing with such conversations the next... isn't everyone that way? I may be complacent, but that does not mean i am a pushover. I may say "ow" for the tinest thing, but that does not mean i'm soft. I may ask someone to open a jar, but that does not mean i'm weak. I may turn my cheek to certain things, but that does not mean i'm clueless. I may go out of my way to make someone feel special, but that does not mean i'm you're lackie. I may be overly concerned, but that doesn't mean i care. What is with everyone and their expectations anyway? Maybe they just prefer to beileve the worse to make themselves feel better. I mean, they should get a clue! Just because I'm kind dosen't mean I'm not cold . . . don't be fooled. The thing that i wonder about the most is, isn't everyone the same way to some degree? Why do they find it so strange? Well I'm sorry for whinning to you guys . . . but, you don't know me. I find it easier to "talk" to people who you don't know and probably will never see. Usually, I just keep it all in. Additionally, i find that people just may respond to this because they don't know me . . . and probably never will. Well! Much love! Stay safe. Tokia 18 février Talking about The Avatar.5) Later.
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How Interesting . . .You know what . . . someone told me something along the lines of "everyone is the same" of course i think he was being sarcastic, but it made me think. You people will soon learn that my mind travels really far really fast . . . i wish it could do that with my college assignments. Anyway. Anyone ever notices when good girls meet certain guys that breaks their hearts and leaves it in pieces, the world expects them to bounce back and they do. However, why is it that when good guys meet certain girls and they break their hearts and leave em in pieces, they just stay in a big broken heap with new resolutions to get every other girl back, even the good ones, as a form of revenge? Why is that? don't ask me how my mind went from "everyone is da same" to . . . well . . . this. it just did. but if anyone could answer the question i'd be more than happy to listen. then again, nobody's the same. Soo, i'm willing to accept various answers. Much luv ta yall. stay safe. Tokia 16 février IMPROTANT!!!I AM ONLY GIVING YOU THE LINKS TO THESE SITES BECUASE THEY ROCK AND I BELIEVE THE ARTIST SHOULD GET HIS OR HER PROPS! PLEASE DO NOT CLAIM ANYTHING UNLESS IT IS TRULY YOURS! PLEASE DON'T MAKE CHANGES UNLESS THE RESPECTED ARTIST GAVE YOU PERMISSION! IF YOU DO NOT ABIDE I WILL NOT PUT ANYMORE PICS ON DISPLAY! AND TRUST ME . . . I HAVE MANY. AND THEY'RE ALL BEAUTIFUL! So much love peps. Tokia ProcrastinationHi folks! My topic has everything to do with health and wellness because procrastination is a killer! I tell ya dat! And ya betta freakin believe! . . . oh you don't . . . bummer. No problemo! Here's and example: You are given an assignment at school or work and you procrastinate. As a result of your procrastiation, your work piles up! When you don't get your stuff done, other departments become peeved of your life becomes more difficult. When this happens, major stress settles in! No really . . . it does! Stress leads to heart attacks (amongst other things), and such illnesses sometimes kills. So . . . DON'T PROCRASTINATE! Muchluv to all a yall. Tokia 15 février Anime Rules!I don't know why, but I absolutely love Animes. To me, there aren't many things on television that are sensible . . . give or take a few movies, but they edit those things so that's not good! LOL! Don't worry, I understand the whole, "Little children may be watching thing." It's really funny though, the kids see the violence and stupidity in the movies, in their parent's soap operas, in the sitcomes and in their own cartoons. Come on people! Lets admit the kids don't only watch Barney, Dora the Explorer, Little Bill and whatever else fits in the category. When we realize that we can safely say that they get a good . . . no . . . great dosage of crap! I have no idea how I got to talking about other t.v shows but you haveta admit . . . I've got a point. OH! don't get it twisted . . . animes were not written and produced by saints. Tokia |
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