<?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-33890517</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:33:11.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>floatingMyBoat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-5932908652899416273</id><published>2007-07-12T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T06:26:47.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tJvlVj_H5Vw/RpYqwwM7M0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/qiHPd1pIWsU/s1600-h/fm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tJvlVj_H5Vw/RpYqwwM7M0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/qiHPd1pIWsU/s320/fm.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086299846222754626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Guilty as charged! I have been dieting... but I still gat booty... promise! Missed ya'll hope u been good... so what's happenin??? Any goss... This was carni the sato that just pitad... and I bumpd into some people up in hurrr lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-5932908652899416273?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/5932908652899416273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=5932908652899416273' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/5932908652899416273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/5932908652899416273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-guilty-as-charged-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tJvlVj_H5Vw/RpYqwwM7M0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/qiHPd1pIWsU/s72-c/fm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-5150528025720202615</id><published>2007-06-08T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T00:11:18.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 ways to guarantee you remain poor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: NEVER WAKE UP EARLY. Keep stretching and turning in bed until you get too hungry to continue dozing. If there are no bedbugs, why hurry to get up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two: Never plan how to spend your money. Whenever you get money, start spending it right away and when it is finished, try to count and recall how you spent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: Don’t think of saving until you have real big money. How can you save when you earn so little? Those telling you to save are not sympathetic to your burning needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four: Don’t engage in activities usually reserved for the “uneducated.” How can you, a graduate, engage in petty trade or home-based production? That is for people who never went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five: Don’t think of starting a business until an angel comes from heaven and gives you capital. How do they expect you to invest before you get millions of shillings? Even though more than half the businesses in your town were started with a few hundred shillings, you, as a smart person, can only start with millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six: Complain about everything except your own attitude: Blame the system, the government and the banks that refuse to lend you money. They are all bad and do not want you to get rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven: Spend more than you earn. To achieve this, buy consumer products on credit and keep borrowing from friends and employers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight: Compete in dressing. Make sure you wear the latest clothes among all the workers in your office. Whenever your neighbour buys a new phone, get one that is more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine: Get yourself a nice second-hand car that costs more than three times your gross monthly pay. That will surely keep you in debt long enough to hinder the implementation of any bad plans that could make you accumulate capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten: Give your children everything they ask for since you are such a loving parent. They should not struggle for anything because you do not want them to suffer. That way, they will grow up lazy and hence poor enough to ensure they cannot help you in your old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you diligently implement these 10 great rules, you will not fail to invite poverty in great measure to your homestead. That way, all important leaders, from East to West, will spend a lot of hours thinking about you, planning how to uplift your daily expenses above one dollar. Isn’t it nice to be the subject of concern of all those leaders and scholars?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-5150528025720202615?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/5150528025720202615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=5150528025720202615' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/5150528025720202615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/5150528025720202615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-ways-to-guarantee-you-remain-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-6131131763171498032</id><published>2007-05-29T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:16:41.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love listening to music that makes me get goosebumps all over my body... funny thing is I never plan which kind will make me feel that way, I just hear something and I get all flushed. That's whats happening now, John Legend's song 'Save alittle 4 me...' is giving me goosebumps.sigh! &lt;br /&gt;At times I feel like I've lost myself in life... u get? Like in all the rush to get things done I dont find time to be me... weird I know, but that phrase take time and smell the flowers is resounding in my head. Yesterday was fun, had a photo shoot again...was auditioning for an ad, crossing fingers. (dont 4get to buy the pulse this friday again...ha ha ha I know y'all are getting bored with this vibe but hey, can't help it if I love strutting my stuff)&lt;br /&gt;Last day at the job I do on the side, was dying for this day yet I have a feeling I'll miss working 4 the same people who were getting on my nerves... especially losing out on the perks like getting complimentaries to raves and rubbing shoulders with "celebs"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to focusing on my 9 to 5 (urgh!) My dream job would be to just live in malibu do photo shoots and write... if wishes were horses... sigh... I miss my sister, she's coming into town on friday. Can't wait to see her, she's like my bestfriend... the only person I can really let my hair down around and be my silly self without worrying what'll happen. Too bad life is at a point where I'm all alone away from family. (you should have seen me wish so hard for this and now I miss having them around 2 death) Bet y'all have noticed I'm.... mmmmm what's the word.... nostalgic perhaps? Blame it on the hormones as usual, that's the girly thing to do right? I'm contemplating whether to go 4 rock or not? free tickoz and all, my pals are for it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-6131131763171498032?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/6131131763171498032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=6131131763171498032' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/6131131763171498032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/6131131763171498032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-listening-to-music-that-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-5296274354736522739</id><published>2007-05-21T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T05:15:38.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tJvlVj_H5Vw/RlGNUIQeALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tFS8mX-a07I/s1600-h/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tJvlVj_H5Vw/RlGNUIQeALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tFS8mX-a07I/s320/41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066986432721977522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things happen in their own right time... I'm all bubbly, happy, riding sky high, in seventh heaven, cloud nine and whatever other phrase that describes just how ecstatic I feel. Finally, after all the drama things are beginning to fall into place, go my way... damn! I've fallen!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-5296274354736522739?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/5296274354736522739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=5296274354736522739' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/5296274354736522739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/5296274354736522739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-things-happen-in-their-own-right.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tJvlVj_H5Vw/RlGNUIQeALI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tFS8mX-a07I/s72-c/41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-676308157858666240</id><published>2007-04-23T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T23:36:25.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll refrain from even getting into things, yeah you guessed it, same old same old. Anyway at times when you figure you know someone is when they turn around and surprise you leaving you wondering did I even know you at all??! Let me stop the gibberish coz y'all must wonder what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been reading a variety of books: Mario Puzo's The Fortunate Pilgrim, 3 other books from unknown authors one called The King's General the other Gooseberry, the other a title with the number 16 in it and finally one of those soapy lovey dovey light reads called ... can't remember the title but it was a sweet love story (don't read much of those).&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend The fortunate pilgrim damn! it's such a deep moving book, The king's general might sound boring but its one of those war stories with a story line behind it, that one with a 16 in it is also about war The German Invasion quite intriguing coz you get to read the inside story from states england and germany, Gooseberry was deadly hillarious laughed my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;turuls.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-676308157858666240?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/676308157858666240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=676308157858666240' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/676308157858666240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/676308157858666240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-refrain-from-even-getting-into.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-117560549394620730</id><published>2007-04-03T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T06:04:53.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2153/3726/1600/776228/Farida%2CModel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2153/3726/320/178118/Farida%2CModel2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long overdue huh? I've missed ya'll to bits... I have enough drama happening in my life! Last night I was told Im good at saying all the wrong things... since when did speaking someone's mind turn into a bad thing??? Anyway man trouble as usual, one of this fine days I'll swear off men and turn into a nun... grow into one of those old unmarried aunties everyone pities at family reunions... So the object of my distress is a "buddy" hehehe long story there. This is him... good old buddy, friend hehehe he'll kill me for posting his pic but what the heck it's my blog page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2153/3726/1600/582354/ooh%20lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2153/3726/320/955891/ooh%20lala.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-117560549394620730?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/117560549394620730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=117560549394620730' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/117560549394620730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/117560549394620730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-overdue-huh-ive-missed-yall-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-116886130761210051</id><published>2007-01-15T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T03:41:47.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2153/3726/1600/354050/P1010036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2153/3726/320/707735/P1010036.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the new me .... all sexylicious for the new year... I'm a hala at y'all when I get back from a road trip I'm going to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoochezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-116886130761210051?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/116886130761210051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=116886130761210051' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116886130761210051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116886130761210051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-this-is-new-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-116671485088817019</id><published>2006-12-21T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T07:27:30.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Major milestone ahead... I always get reflective and nostalgic when the year is about to end. Thinking about everything and everyone that crossed my path this year. Evaluating the kinda' growth I've gone thru. But most of all doing the usual ritual of seiving out whatever baggage I don't need to be carrying into the new year. sigh... happy holidays whoever is out there reading whatever I'm writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-116671485088817019?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/116671485088817019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=116671485088817019' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116671485088817019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116671485088817019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2006/12/major-milestone-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-116503899385027956</id><published>2006-12-01T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:56:33.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was riding in a KBS (been awhile since I did this) and you can imagine how traumatized I felt when all of a sudden the man seated adjacent from me in the other aisle decided to start preaching for us. Not the usual but those screaming from ur throat kinda' preaching! Migrane!!! I swear I wanted to jump out thru' the window. ........ Anyway I wish KBS would ban those people, why do they think churches were built???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-116503899385027956?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/116503899385027956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=116503899385027956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116503899385027956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116503899385027956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-i-was-riding-in-kbs-been.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-116334371575475440</id><published>2006-11-12T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T07:01:55.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I know I deserve a spanking on my big behind for delaying this post but due to unavoidable circumstances I've been tied up like a nonsense trying to get me some mulaz (do they still say that???)!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sheeeeesh where do I start... the advice thing I kinda sorted with my galz... lets just say I need to take a chill pill where some male specie(I think this is singular for species?) is concerned. Driving me up the wall is turning into his favourite pastime me thinks... bygones bygones. Million dollar question, why is he still all up in my biz when the fat lady has sung, the opera is over, the curtains have gone down... brotha' pliz let me be!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eh! si I've been couped up with females (some I particularly don't like) in the past 3days mpaka my insides are yelling testesterone NOW!!! Wah! I have an alter ego that is particularly not NICE and SWEET like me and it's threatening to re-surface coz of some (lots of profanities to describe this hoochie who thinks she's all that and she aint jerk!!!!)... yeah that girl... I swear someone thinks we can't see thru' that facade she puts on acting all piced up like she walks on imported air or something. Ok ok enough said... but I swear (no pun intended on women who are reading this post) it's so much easier to relate to men. Men men men... life would be so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-116334371575475440?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/116334371575475440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=116334371575475440' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116334371575475440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116334371575475440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-know-i-know-i-deserve-spanking-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-116282607486910570</id><published>2006-11-06T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T07:22:41.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PROCEED WITH CAUTION...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading this book called "World's greatest crimes of passion" mainly about jealous lovers metting justice (with vengeance ofcourse) to their lovers. Don't give me that look I'm not planning anything vindictive against my ex... the thought did cross my mind but since I did the ending of that funny biz we had going on I guess I don't have the right to throw a jealous fit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I digress, so this book is sooooooo bloody interesting I can hardly put it down. Based on true accounts that happened around 1900s in france (the city of love mosdef!) and england (can't blame them what with theater being associated with promiscuity during those times) and wild west in the states (shortage of women resulting to duels that had nothing to do with cattles). Lakini jealousy is such a monster! Imagine this case where a woman confesses to her fiance b4 marriage how she aint using her real name but can't disclose why. Still he says he'll marry her (with lingering suspicion) and then decides to snoop in her flat when she's out and discovers a telegram with words like "I still have love for you, I'm coming to see you 2nyt we'll put the past behind us and start afresh"&lt;br /&gt;He hides in the apartment waiting for them, the woman comes in immediately followed by a young man they embrace. The other guy jumps out of hiding separates them and stabs the man in the back with a cuttlery knife. He falls down his life ebbing away as he bleeds while the other woman screams,"You murder, u just killed my brother."&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the bro wrote the telegram as he was being released from prison that morning and they were using alias names to avoid being stigmatized against by the society. He had just come to see her b4 going off to look for a job the next day.... tsk tsk tsk jealousy can be blinding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-116282607486910570?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/116282607486910570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=116282607486910570' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116282607486910570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116282607486910570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2006/11/proceed-with-caution.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-116237320885183459</id><published>2006-11-01T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:00:27.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My pal who flew out like a month ago to London is apparently already engaged to a dude she met there two weeks ago... a Newyorker... black... (in her own words "white my ass") I should be happy for her right? But I can't help thinking eish... slow down mamacita, ur in a foreign country and already ur sealing ur destiny so quick fast and in a hurry! Maybe I'm just too much of a cynic where love is concerned to actually believe in love at first sight. (in her case in 2weeks)&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that story in Jeffery Acher's 'To cut a long story short' where a man and a woman standing on opposite sides of a railway station make eye contact... blush... then when the trains come their view is blocked... when the trains finally leave they are the only two people standing on either side of the tracks. They ended up married... sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-116237320885183459?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/116237320885183459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=116237320885183459' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116237320885183459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116237320885183459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-pal-who-flew-out-like-month-ago-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-116142281734829115</id><published>2006-10-21T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T02:26:57.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a blog you must think my life revolves around make-ups and break-ups, pretty shallow huh? Well not exactly, I mean what's the point of keeping a "diary" and not be able to gossip about the trivial matters in your life...&lt;br /&gt;I'm relocating outta town soon... in a month to be exact! Kinda' scary considering I was born and bred in Nairobi but I guess change is a breath of fresh air. (trying to convince myself) I went thru' so many phases b4 acting rational about it (never mind its only a one hour drive away from my current digz) The denial phase, the "over my dead body" phase and now finally "I fully accept it" phase. The house is great... full view of sunsets and sunrises and it even has mountains (ok I'm exaggerating... Ngong hills) for a background. (just hope I'll have cute neighbours being single and all!!) Guess maybe that's why I've been seiving out "baggage" lately. Never been good with goodbyes so I figure if I leave people with a sour taste in their mouth it'll make it easier to just up and leave... slip away to the bundus... &lt;br /&gt;I hear they have cheap, fun hanyez ... that's looking at the glass half full dont you think???.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-116142281734829115?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/116142281734829115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=116142281734829115' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116142281734829115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116142281734829115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-blog-you-must-think-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-116116625694424956</id><published>2006-10-18T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T03:10:56.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/3726/1600/mwa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/3726/320/mwa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how come when you start ignoring someone is when they decide to be all up in your biz like a nonsense! Hah! Word of advice never date someone constantly on the spotlight... disaster in the making. Guess u never miss salt until u can't have it.&lt;br /&gt;Though I must admit I get a certain buzz from snobbing the calls, texts and emails!&lt;br /&gt;*smiles devilishly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-116116625694424956?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/116116625694424956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=116116625694424956' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116116625694424956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116116625694424956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-how-come-when-you-start-ignoring.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-116055996325616160</id><published>2006-10-11T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T02:46:03.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/3726/1600/Pa040054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2153/3726/320/Pa040054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.... so the "BIG" event happened on sato... went for WaPI(words and pictures) at British Council for underground hiphop artists, painters, guyz who do graffiti, poets e.t.c. Sigh!. I had so much fun (especially the open mic bit) it was amazing can't wait for next month's event. Apart from reciting some of my poems got so much inspiration from people who've been in the "game" much longer than me. To put it mildly there's definately room for growth now that I got that exposure. Didn't know there was so much talent around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this pic is for Jay z's concert (once u look beyond the hands ur sure to spot him.... *clears throat* ... ok I wont lie it's not me who went ... a friend did)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-116055996325616160?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/116055996325616160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=116055996325616160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116055996325616160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/116055996325616160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-115986439299465874</id><published>2006-10-03T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T01:33:13.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, so its been awhile since I posted something... nothing much happening around here just same old same old apart from one major event coming soon so watch this space we'll let u know ...... later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-115986439299465874?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/115986439299465874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=115986439299465874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/115986439299465874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/115986439299465874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-so-its-been-awhile-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33890517.post-115841359802170804</id><published>2006-09-16T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T07:18:30.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint life just so funny!! At times I love my stupid self to death for the little awakenings I go thru'.&lt;br /&gt;A week later and the self-proclaimed diva "inlove" is so ........ NOT!!!! hehehehe and all it took was for the self absorbed bastard to declare how all his friends claim I'm so whip-lashed, whip-cream, whip-everything I can't live without him! The nerve! The bastard! (no pun intended with the language I'm just......... free!) At last it's like I was blindfolded but now the truth of who he really is has been unveiled. Taking a long deserved break from the dating scene.... give my self some me time..... good old fashioned me loving..... can't recall the last time I was this pleased with a decision (hope I'll stick to it)&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! Don't you just love that wholesome soulsister-gonna-make-it- post- moving on- feeling. Gives a whole new level to your selfworth. It makes you wanna dance, laugh, sing and you just can't stop thinking the million dollar question "what was I thinking???"&lt;br /&gt;So this is me looking happy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33890517-115841359802170804?l=bootylicious85.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/feeds/115841359802170804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33890517&amp;postID=115841359802170804' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/115841359802170804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33890517/posts/default/115841359802170804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bootylicious85.blogspot.com/2006/09/aint-life-just-so-funny-at-times-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bootylicious85</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09855180130441101392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m155/fareey03/strawberry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
