<?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-7279946977242664807</id><updated>2011-08-02T10:50:31.437-05:00</updated><category term='wishes'/><category term='age'/><category term='lola'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='love'/><category term='people[:'/><category term='michael jackson'/><category term='friends'/><category term='about me'/><title type='text'>PHEN0MENAl-</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-2751609799079384763</id><published>2010-06-25T00:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T00:43:36.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont want you, but i need you</title><content type='html'>sooo idk where to start. its sooo weird that i'm in this situation. i find it hard to put my relationship into terms of a couple. me, i'm a bubbly person, not sexually active with others, and just genuinely sweet. him, he's aggressive, highly sexually active, and genuinely an asshole. but we've somehow feel in love with each other. even though its known that "if you love something, let it go. and if it comes back, its true" he's came back, vice verse, and we just don't connect. i've "stolen" his heart, and he's did more than steal my heart. it's like my heart beats for him, and without him, my heart aches. is it possible to be connected by love, but not connected physically ? i cant be with you, but it KILLS me when im not with you. physical to emotional....hopefully i wont be dead by the end of this horrible week we've been having :T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOVE IS VERB IT MUST BE CARRIED OUT AND ACTED UPON... NOT JUST SAID OR EXPRESSED" -Ivan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-2751609799079384763?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/2751609799079384763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-want-you-but-i-need-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/2751609799079384763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/2751609799079384763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-want-you-but-i-need-you.html' title='i dont want you, but i need you'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-8559796882866801310</id><published>2010-06-21T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T14:17:29.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my little rap about him (:</title><content type='html'>i miss everything from his light colored eyes. mighty fair skin, being  the only one who can read him from within. showing him my true colors,  those which are so bright. fighting for our love, everyday, with all my  might. making our days better, even when they said the worst, reaching  to my goals keeping him in mind first. money is a treat which i dont  have to reimburse. i pay it back with love, like i'm constructing a  curse. and we made it through the trials and the tribulations too. proud  to bring it back to moms, just to say we made it through. and for you,  without a doubt, there's everything i would do. and to say im such a  dancer, my rhymes really shocked me. i see how it goes, when there's  someone you love times 3. uh, and there's nothing that can pass me. i  can write a flow, that sound a little more classy. and shoutout to my  team, who bringing the ring home. and even though you like the green,  it'll turn purplen'gold. and thats word to my city, born by the angels,  and the girls are so pretty. LA&lt;3 but to you, i stand the most n got  something worth to show. no more battling my words, this is strictly  from my heart. but i'll allow you to read it, cause you can see it from  the start. i'm yours. and i'm not going nowhere. let the world crash,  burn, and let the smoke in the air. and we gon' still be here. but until  then, roll it up, lets sit and enjoy it. get us to a level, where  nothing becomes annoying. and yea, my hearts boiling some liquid, its  spilling red, no matter our situation. my heart'll never turn blue. and  to make it real clear, this goesss out to you, red. -Lola&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-8559796882866801310?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/8559796882866801310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-little-rap-about-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/8559796882866801310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/8559796882866801310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-little-rap-about-him.html' title='my little rap about him (:'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-1084445327908439738</id><published>2010-02-14T12:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:37:28.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like shxt.</title><content type='html'>i feel like recently i've been treated like shit, from certain people. the main people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i've always been the one to be quiet or silent in a situation. but lately it's been eating me up inside, and i've realized that i'm almost dead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside. i had a small conversation with my first love today, and it made me look at whats really in front of me. the texts took all day to make a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point, what is wrong with me? i can't fully stand up for myself. at 5 am, my ex asked me a question, which he had no business knowing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i answered. at 10 pm, i asked him a simple question, that i had a right to know, and he didn't answer it. he seems to have an upper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand on me...i don't believe in it, but my actions are speaking louder than my damn heart. i tried to experience new things, meet new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, to let go my past. but NOW, the new people in my life, seem to have an upper hand on me too. i mean i can't believe this....&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    i trusted this new guy with 88% more trust that i had with my first love, we were perfect. everything about us was on the table and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had an agreement on everything. sooner than later, he flipped the table, and left me right where i was standing. the road to my heart. is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that i cant keep someone, or people can't seem to take me serious? i have bruises and cuts on my body from beating myself up from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting my past seep to the outside of me. it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i text, i call, but noone seems to answer. is there something wrong with me? i've actually taken out time to get to know myself. i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what my potential and qualities are. why is it so hard to find someone who understands me? my friends? maybe they can help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;search for that perfect person. but then again.....where are your friends when you need them? PSH. lately i've been treated like shit from them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too. the smallest things, add up to the biggest of them all. and believe, the biggest is floating over the city right now. i need to clear this dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cloud which seems to hover me and deprive me of joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ...the worst line to say, ever......but, the emotions i have, takes a toll on my studies. at the end, who's name will be on the degree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's last name will your titles be attached to? i need to stay on a path, that'll bypass all this unneccesary stress i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    idk though, im through. i have NO CLUE what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-1084445327908439738?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/1084445327908439738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-like-shxt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/1084445327908439738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/1084445327908439738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-like-shxt.html' title='i feel like shxt.'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-6718672717315695242</id><published>2010-02-14T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:37:12.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Way</title><content type='html'>i wonder if i can go out with an over dosage of hurt&lt;br /&gt;how can the amount of pills equate to the effect of pain on somebody?&lt;br /&gt;i'm wishing for the slickest way to ease the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like no matter how many tries i do, i can't make it right.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so bad dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-6718672717315695242?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/6718672717315695242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2010/02/losing-my-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/6718672717315695242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/6718672717315695242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2010/02/losing-my-way.html' title='Losing My Way'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-6044181928061626694</id><published>2010-01-15T02:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:17:08.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE HAVE i BEEN ?....</title><content type='html'>...apparently walking the earth with blue hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S1Aubp_VJgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CXDYjR0WGHs/s1600-h/DSC06068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S1Aubp_VJgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CXDYjR0WGHs/s200/DSC06068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426888603644274178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S1At_R9e-5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/I9S25RkJY-w/s1600-h/DSC06058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S1At_R9e-5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/I9S25RkJY-w/s200/DSC06058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426888116157741970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S1Ath-GKQDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nqq4OIBmZrc/s1600-h/DSC06052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S1Ath-GKQDI/AAAAAAAAAGc/nqq4OIBmZrc/s200/DSC06052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426887612609216562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-6044181928061626694?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/6044181928061626694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-have-i-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/6044181928061626694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/6044181928061626694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-have-i-been.html' title='WHERE HAVE i BEEN ?....'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S1Aubp_VJgI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CXDYjR0WGHs/s72-c/DSC06068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-6955352174360467626</id><published>2009-11-27T01:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:21:40.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Money is not the Motive</title><content type='html'>Making change, and inspiring, is the motive that drives the passion inside of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-6955352174360467626?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/6955352174360467626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/money-is-not-motive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/6955352174360467626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/6955352174360467626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/money-is-not-motive.html' title='Money is not the Motive'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-2828557616002061237</id><published>2009-11-27T01:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:20:34.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME SWEET WEIRD?</title><content type='html'>So it's thanksgiving break, right? and i decide to come home, for once! OMg, lol.&lt;br /&gt;i see all the homies in the hood, lol. no lie though, we live in the hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, most def. RANDOMLY, the homie hits me up withhhh&lt;br /&gt;"no disrespect, but i want to f*** the s*** outchu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, you know what kind of face i made when i read that?&lt;br /&gt;ZAMNNN ZADDDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at him as a brother, a companion, a confidant...and he gonna ruin it just like that.&lt;br /&gt;sheesshhhh. i forgive him, and i still love him and all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nawwww, i can't be the chick that SMASHEDDD THA HOMIEEE :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-2828557616002061237?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/2828557616002061237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-sweet-weird.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/2828557616002061237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/2828557616002061237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/home-sweet-weird.html' title='HOME SWEET WEIRD?'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-3929791754708345737</id><published>2009-11-27T00:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:06:15.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful text from my cousin Mark, in Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 121px; height: 121px;" src="http://www.eyehook.com/free/img/thanksgiving.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew 2009 would be chock-full of so much riddle???&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that, that perpetual moon of vicissitude could make my heart bleed beyond measure??&lt;br /&gt;I've "been through it" this year, but I couldn't have gotten "through it" without each and everyone of you!&lt;br /&gt;I mean that wholeheartedly!&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was a quick conversation:&lt;br /&gt;a video chat, an email, a text, an evening under the starts, a visit or two @ the crib, a training session...or more recently a facebook wall post...you guys were there.&lt;br /&gt;You existed in my mind that existed in the reality that is my life.&lt;br /&gt;As my pops once uttered, "sure things could be a lot better, but shit, things could be a LOT worse to!"&lt;br /&gt;So let's all give thanks this year to the little idiosyncrasies that make life soooooooo grand.&lt;br /&gt;To new friends, and old ones alike, Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; THAT ALL FITTED IN ONE TEXT TOO! LOL I LOVE YOU BIG HOMAGE&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-3929791754708345737?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/3929791754708345737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/beautiful-text-from-my-cousin-mark-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/3929791754708345737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/3929791754708345737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/beautiful-text-from-my-cousin-mark-in.html' title='A beautiful text from my cousin Mark, in Vegas'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-1437975854632592716</id><published>2009-11-27T00:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:51:36.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition to the others, when reality is...</title><content type='html'>So for the last month and 2 weeks, me and this guy have been doing good. We got in a small altercation, but we're still together, lol. it's no hard feelings...&lt;br /&gt;but i've come to realization that there's another girl. HMMM O_o&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know...i can't jump to conclusions, but its really obvious. I trust him enough to not play me on some dumb shit. We can have conversations about whatever we need to get off our chests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thing is: i like him so much that, i'm starting to see myself trying to become the other girl.&lt;br /&gt;that's a big NO! NO!, i know!&lt;br /&gt;but why does it seem, i'm undressing myself, to become the girl she is.&lt;br /&gt;she is the total opposite of what i am. so do i have the right to question...what is it that he wants?&lt;br /&gt;is he wasting MY time on trying to put together a masterpiece with her paint..or vice versa? idk.&lt;br /&gt;it bugs me...im transitioning to the other, but reality is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM WHO I AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-1437975854632592716?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/1437975854632592716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/transition-to-others-when-reality-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/1437975854632592716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/1437975854632592716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/transition-to-others-when-reality-is.html' title='Transition to the others, when reality is...'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-6367505679585929626</id><published>2009-11-27T00:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:38:47.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>“Something That I like” (My Dream Guy’s Thoughts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:10pt'&gt;Is it the accent, the hype, or the way she walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:10pt'&gt;Am I, Am I dreaming or am I sleepwalking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:10pt'&gt;Got my arms out stretched so I don't bump into her, silly me now I'm so into her…FASHION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:10pt'&gt;To her style, her dress, and I'm looking in the mirror, like do I look fresh…do I, do I look fresh enough to get her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:10pt'&gt;If I see her one time, then I won't forget ha. Cause I, I took a picture mentally, when I pulled in the black on black Ben-ta-Ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:10pt'&gt;And I, I really feel like she was meant for me, if she wasn't, then I know she was sent for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:10pt'&gt;Cause she, she's the only that made me chase, got me singing love songs like Baby face. And I tried to one night ha, but she made me wait, she made me wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Franklin Gothic Book; font-size:10pt'&gt;And so I think she got something, she got something, yea she got something, something that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7279946977242664807-6367505679585929626?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/6367505679585929626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-that-i-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/6367505679585929626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/6367505679585929626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/something-that-i-like.html' title='“Something That I like” (My Dream Guy’s Thoughts)'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-1834787684249268133</id><published>2009-11-17T00:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:48:12.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo El Quiero</title><content type='html'>FuXK ZADDDDyyy. sometimes i crave it. sometimes i dont want to be bothered with it. but this weekend, it was going down; but yet, nothing went down. its all good though, im in there like swimwear this weekend ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-1834787684249268133?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/1834787684249268133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/yo-el-quiero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/1834787684249268133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/1834787684249268133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/yo-el-quiero.html' title='Yo El Quiero'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-4854887492682005143</id><published>2009-11-17T00:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:41:12.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMPUS liFE</title><content type='html'>People are so secretive on college campuses. zamnn zaddy. people have sex, people have fights, people have fusses, and people do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should we do about it? i have no clue, but you'd be surprise to see the number of cases of incidents held on campus, that aren't recorded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-4854887492682005143?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/4854887492682005143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/campus-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/4854887492682005143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/4854887492682005143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/campus-life.html' title='CAMPUS liFE'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-9208210822137984025</id><published>2009-11-17T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:36:23.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Formation of the Embryo</title><content type='html'>my best friend found out she was pregnant about a month ago. we talked about the factors of this situation and understood that she wasn't ready for this new commitment. now, TODAY, she has decided to continue on with the pregnancy. she was like im going to be momma! lol, like wow this shit is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;situations like this, really bring me to realize that im living in the real world now. no more high school, no more rules, regulations, boundaries. im free, im a human being of society that makes my own decisions and my own understandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. this is it. Congrats B&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-9208210822137984025?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/9208210822137984025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/formation-of-embryo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/9208210822137984025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/9208210822137984025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/formation-of-embryo.html' title='Formation of the Embryo'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-8123979097426042437</id><published>2009-11-17T00:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:33:04.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All I WANTed was you...</title><content type='html'>dang bruh. after going through, what i went through in the last 2 weeks, i've realized all i really wanted was you. im sort of scared to say this following statement. i think im starting to have feelings for this dude. its nothing unbearable or uncontrollable, but im starting to feel this vibe whenever he's around. my friends are eye witnesses to my reaction whenever he's nearby. its crazyy, lol. until time tells, i'll let things play out like they're suppose to. no matter what, im going to be Lola. i've been hurt once and i've been introduced to the raw side of the plate. but i can surely assure you that im prepared to stand my ground when things turn wrong, this time around. im excited, ready and anxious to see whats coming up next......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-8123979097426042437?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/8123979097426042437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-i-wanted-was-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/8123979097426042437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/8123979097426042437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-i-wanted-was-you.html' title='All I WANTed was you...'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-4274877600488771509</id><published>2009-11-12T00:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:33:24.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Semester @ XULA</title><content type='html'>hopefully i'll be riding around in my baby! spanking newww...lets get ittt :D&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 329px; height: 215px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.autos.yahoo.com/i/articles/mini_cooper_s_john_cooper_works/mini_cooper_jcw_1_x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-4274877600488771509?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/4274877600488771509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/spring-semester-xula.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/4274877600488771509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/4274877600488771509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/spring-semester-xula.html' title='Spring Semester @ XULA'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-5047646852453028423</id><published>2009-11-12T00:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:28:22.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got this chrome on the Bugatti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 322px; height: 174px;" src="http://pradeep3100.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/bugatti2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh look, its a Bugatti. Thanks for introducing me to this, little wayne. you fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-5047646852453028423?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/5047646852453028423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-this-chrome-on-bugatti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/5047646852453028423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/5047646852453028423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-this-chrome-on-bugatti.html' title='I Got this chrome on the Bugatti...'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-3320514573397284654</id><published>2009-11-11T01:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:35:59.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Queen Outro ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/song%20lyrics" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 281px; height: 40px;" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq309/working_girl18/music/songlyrics-1.jpg" alt="song lyrics Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-3320514573397284654?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/3320514573397284654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-queen-outro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/3320514573397284654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/3320514573397284654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-queen-outro.html' title='Prom Queen Outro ;)'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq309/working_girl18/music/th_songlyrics-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-2269859123317325576</id><published>2009-11-10T22:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:24:09.069-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Queen Sec.3</title><content type='html'>"But now the prom queen, the prom queen, is crying, sitting outside of my door. see you never know how, how everything can turn around..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's earned a title in my phone, which is rare in my contacts; he's earned respect from me; and he's also earned trust from me. He's invited me to little gatherings with close friends, introduced me to a side of independently living in the city, showed me a better focus on my studies, and also helped me look on the inside of who i really am. he's such a great friend. Yea, the obvious things may seem pretty harsh, but deep down he's happy to have me as a friend; i just know it. We've visited a place that most friends haven't together. intimacy, intellect, cloud 9, and understanding. wow.  and even though we've visited that place and came back, our journey has yet to finish. lets see where it will take us...&lt;br /&gt;this one's for you H.P. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**even though I put my name as " Lola[: " in his phone,&lt;br /&gt;he still calls me LOL smiley face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-2269859123317325576?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/2269859123317325576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-queen_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/2269859123317325576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/2269859123317325576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-queen_10.html' title='Prom Queen Sec.3'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-8979703247275240278</id><published>2009-11-10T21:53:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:21:14.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Queen Sec.2</title><content type='html'>"She had it all figured it, but she left me with a broken heart..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So along this whole process of meeting someone new, branching out to the world, I ran across this really fine gentleman. He basically has what I'm interested in and is something that can be potential for me in the future. Check him out: Senior in college, head on straight, cali-bred *BROWNIE POINTS*, step parents are Nigerian *BROWNIE POINTS*, adorable, understanding, interesting, and very good looking. With characteristics like such, one could think he was one hot piece of student walking on my college campus, but luckily, he's not. NOONE really knows who he is; his identity and classification is basically wiped off the social face of campus; and I sort of love it :) I sort of need that type of boundary line between social life and private life at school. So enough about him physically, more about him mentally. For the last month and a week, I've been spending a lot of time with him and trying to really figure him out. He's very intellectual and understanding, to where It feels like im being analyzed by him every time im around.*He is studying Psychology btw* May I add, he's a couple of years older than me, but we're both mature people. He grew up in a family slightly different than mines; Well partially different than mines, but I believe he's grown to be a wonderful young man. So now, we have this type of relationship that makes us comfortable around each other. I do crazy shit around him, and he plays along and acts crazy a long with me. We're comfortable with each others beings. When I'm at his house, we watch movies, read, talk, and text other people and just really chill and get comfortable with the setting. From time to time, us actually being together ran across my mind. But weirdly coming from me, I dont want a relationship with anyone at the moment. I'm willing to build a foundation with him, shed some tears and sweat to make our friendship one of the best, then look into a future together. But atm, thats not in my point of view. He's a wonderful person, he's ground standing, he's who he is, and he probaly wont change for anyone. But hey, I'm not asking for a change, im asking to let me in his life to be a benefit to him. Where you at Zamnn Zaddyyy?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT, BLOG #3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-8979703247275240278?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/8979703247275240278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-queen-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/8979703247275240278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/8979703247275240278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-queen-2.html' title='Prom Queen Sec.2'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-1044086961052269326</id><published>2009-11-09T00:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:08:38.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Queen.</title><content type='html'>"I couldn't stop her, I guess she had it all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this college life is hella crazy! OMG. &lt;br /&gt;where do i begin?.... well i can tell you now, that this blog would be a series of events that will have to be split up into separate linked blogs.....anyway my friends have been a hugee help with me trying to get over my past relationship with the one i dearly love.  like ever since the incident at the lake, the realization of us losing interest in each other came to life. It's hard to accept it, but with the help of them, everythings easy like sunday morning. our conversations sparsely happened, and turned into once a week convos. Sooner or later i got a short memo via text reading he's moving to Atlanta. ATLANTA!, really?!? even with all the development of myself getting over us, i spindled downward when he told me that. like after all the stuff i put up with him, the positions i put myself in for him, the troubles i went through with him....my feelings instantly came back and i wounded up nagging him about some little things. i think he got irritated with me. shit. idfk and idc, lol but im good now. *jumping to the future* funny thing is, i soo declined his access to wanting to see me this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT BLOG.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-1044086961052269326?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/1044086961052269326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/1044086961052269326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/1044086961052269326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom-queen.html' title='Prom Queen.'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-5955994881441681317</id><published>2009-10-27T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:49:26.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>true stuff.</title><content type='html'>well i never saw it coming, i shouldve started running a long long time ago, and i never thought i'd doubt you, im better off without you, more than you, more than you know. im slowly getting closure, i guess its really over...im finally getting better. now im picking up the pieces from spending all of these years putting my heart back together.. im over you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-5955994881441681317?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/5955994881441681317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/5955994881441681317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/5955994881441681317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-stuff.html' title='true stuff.'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-4388954994756615298</id><published>2009-10-05T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:23:54.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VENTiLATi0N</title><content type='html'>im moving on. &lt;br /&gt;point blank. i wasn't blind, i was actually quite aware.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i want to move on .&lt;br /&gt;i need to move on .&lt;br /&gt;im going to cry,&lt;br /&gt;im going to bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;but it's got to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel that now that i want to leave, &lt;br /&gt;he's going to cry his heart out to me.... &lt;br /&gt;but im putting the wall up; &lt;br /&gt;shades on, belt tight, ready to win on this battlefield. &lt;br /&gt;lookout for victory on me; a brand new Omolola.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-4388954994756615298?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/4388954994756615298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/10/ventilati0n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/4388954994756615298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/4388954994756615298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/10/ventilati0n.html' title='VENTiLATi0N'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-2589323488073928922</id><published>2009-10-02T01:36:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T02:52:43.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Coming Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/2j2t37d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the middle, &lt;br /&gt;still leaves us with the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;Why must I hold on &lt;br /&gt;to the little things that make me happy, but yet forget the most things, &lt;br /&gt;that make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is something I choose to do myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sort of like what Rihanna said, "walking cold, against the rain".&lt;br /&gt;It's something I feign off; &lt;br /&gt;even though we've had the conversation about "US" over a million times. &lt;br /&gt;I try my hardest to reach the day when you'll give in, &lt;br /&gt;and just say... I'm ready. &lt;br /&gt;I often ponder, how come I am so anxious, but you are...never mind. &lt;br /&gt;That tags the topic of growing males....but,&lt;br /&gt;The times we've denied the entrance/formation to our relationship, &lt;br /&gt;can't amount to the number of beats my heart beat whenever I'm around you...&lt;br /&gt;Seems like...Love is real, a relationship contains REAL;&lt;br /&gt;and its strong, controlling, over bearing, rebellious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I can say &lt;br /&gt;our surroundings is a old corner store, charging love; &lt;br /&gt;just to please people, and not so much ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;Others feed off our appearance of hate and complexity, &lt;br /&gt;to where we tend to dispense counterfeit love as receipts. &lt;br /&gt;I hate it! how much I do love you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the middle, &lt;br /&gt;still leaves us the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;but through it all, I'll be coming home....to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-2589323488073928922?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/2589323488073928922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/10/coming-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/2589323488073928922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/2589323488073928922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/10/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/2j2t37d_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-3559006978527162513</id><published>2009-09-08T00:45:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:47:07.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Like Me</title><content type='html'>So today me and some friends had another confession session. its totally when we just blurt out a truth that sticks to our minds. after giving in, i finally blurted out the one thing that has irked me for almost 2years now. it kind of fell off to another story, that basically went like this:&lt;br /&gt;do you know how hard it is to back up someone that seems like they can't be backed up. or trusting when he says hes okay, when in general he's saying go on, he'll be fine. that's what category i fall into. everything he does makes me smile, and makes me forget that we were upset or angry at each other. he knows exactly what to do, to where at times, i feel like i hate how much i love him. keep in mind that im not very old at all, just recently turning 17, i was attached and introduced to love at a young age. it might sound ridiculous and abnormal, but this type of love shall follow me for the rest of my life, i believe. &lt;br /&gt;It’s complicated knowing he loves me, and i love him, but yet we're free to join other relations with others. in the end, i wish for us to just be us. i suspect along the way, that there will be hurdles and holes to overcome; which i believe we shouldn't have to go through. am i wrong for feeling that way ? i tried many times, to get him out of my mind, but at the same time I'm scared to lose it all. ALL of the memories we've shared, ALL the words we've said to each other, ALL the minutes we've spent in each others presence, basically ALL of what we've put into building this relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why should couples like us, be so complex with intertwining our social arrangements and intimacy. what a wonderful reason to blame on the progressive relationship we have.  Or would you rather give me a reason to prove our future wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;i love him. he loves me. its nothing more to it.&lt;br /&gt;i think he's someone like me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of this blog-- Jamie Foxx- Slow&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-3559006978527162513?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/3559006978527162513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/3559006978527162513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/3559006978527162513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/09/someone-like-me.html' title='Someone Like Me'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-8817213450028948294</id><published>2009-08-16T02:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:02:07.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fiRST WEEkEND 0N CAMPUS[:</title><content type='html'>So as of today, August 16th-- i am officially a student at Xavier University.&lt;br /&gt;and since Friday, August 14th, I am an official resident of the KD Dormitory. I'm pretty impressed about how this weekend has turned out, all together. Like so far, I have really opened my mind and thought of the coolest most coolest things[:&lt;br /&gt;To start it off, me and one of my closeeee friends got our dorm room together; perfect. NEXT, it's a huge room-compared to the room I had pictured in my head. So that made me really spirited and joyous. Our room is beautiful and comfortable&lt;3  butt the dorm situation really isnt anything new to me, since i'm used to being far from home for unlegit amount of times and knowing how to bring whats needed, etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have not networked with the other girls around, but im taking my time to feel through them, to figure out who's really nice and whatnot. I GUESS ? :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been hanging with 3 people; quee, marquisha, and amandah[: haha we call each other the "girlfriends"; anddd I'm Tony x] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, I eat breaksfast, lunch, and dinner daily, and I walk around campus looking at the girls and boys mingle from different states. It's pretty interesting though to see the different styles and cultures that I see; and I somewhat like it. the people seem nice and they look nice, but ill feel them through too. it is what i make it and i'm ready for it. one main thing i would sayyy..not as a complaint, but as a comment is: the temperature of EVERY SINGLE building is CRAZYYYYYYY COLD, and not in a good way. its something i realllly need to adapt to, and just suck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, im excited and anxious to start those longg and difficult classes; but with my potential and focus, ill be able to pull through[:&lt;br /&gt;its new, its exciting, its interesting, its pretty freaking awesome .&lt;br /&gt;XULA- here i comeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-8817213450028948294?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-6017786835101332921</id><published>2009-08-10T21:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:03:14.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>idk :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src= "http://i26.tinypic.com/e068fd.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts what i get for waking up in Vegas x]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-6017786835101332921?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/6017786835101332921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/08/idk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/6017786835101332921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/6017786835101332921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/08/idk.html' title='idk :]'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/e068fd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-3521859558888989574</id><published>2009-08-02T13:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T03:19:25.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, on August 1st.....</title><content type='html'>I could have died.&lt;br /&gt;That split second, all my family, all my friends, would have never seen me again.&lt;br /&gt;THAT was the scariest moment in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people really DIE from choking .&lt;br /&gt;I thank God, I was able to wake up this morning and still breathe and still go to church and still praise him, honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-3521859558888989574?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-7903033332380028005</id><published>2009-08-02T13:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:58:52.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 12: 6-13</title><content type='html'>"In his grace, God has given us different gifts for doing certain things well. So if God has given you the ability to prophesy, speak out with as much faith as God has given you. If your gift is serving others, serve them well. If you are a teacher, teach well. If your gifts is to encourage others, be encouraging. If it is giving, give generously. If God has given you leadership ability, take the responsibility seriously. And if you have a gift for showing kindness to others, do it gladly. Don't pretend to love others. Really love them. Hate what is wrong, Hold tightly to what is good, Love each other with genuine affection, and take delight in honoring each other. Never be lazy, but work hard and serve the Lord enthusiastically. Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying. When God's people are in need, be ready to help them. Always be eager to practice hospitality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-7903033332380028005?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/7903033332380028005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/08/romans-12-6-13.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/7903033332380028005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/7903033332380028005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/08/romans-12-6-13.html' title='Romans 12: 6-13'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-4018587728553056912</id><published>2009-07-29T14:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:15:40.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people[:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>everyyy single person that wished me a happy birthday.</title><content type='html'>*no order*&lt;br /&gt;kayla paine, caroline smith, larnell e, shanae bazile, alesha randall, al'lamin cissi, chris rawles, april tran,. christy collins, kamryn fuller, remi crittenden, brittany perrier, marquisha johns, judy mcdonough, dynasty, darren jones, hakika howze, mom, dad, victoria chan, justin wilcox, kristiana marie, justina stuart, jessica pham, lamark owens, laina leblanc, alyssa pomeroy, kourtney rogers, bre(diamond dancer), arnurcy t, stequana lenox, danzell gourrier, dedranique sanders, aunty lynn, mark harris, hannah, aunty don marie, cousin vonnie, aunty ella, mr. breaux, ellis wooden, aminah jackson, misty parks, jabbar williams, ruben marcell, tyeka charles, nysha eugene, whitney washington, shannon eubanks, jeron shaw, angel martin, heather oneill, usher's camp new look, sam corporan, ashton tyler, anjanique hill, nika brown, kimberly lagarde, truc dinh, brittany williams, akeneau llyod, aunty judy, pepsi, smoothie king, hasan collins, supa lafrance, quanesha davis, akil hollington, travon lewis, precious cooper, carmelo vasquez, sean goudeaux, marcus yates, marlon williams, FAB, shannon clausen, cortney michel, huy pham, william martin, danny tippett, ivan jackson, quee cockheran, dezemen favorite, shonte joseph, arianne rosita, raven washington, angelique rhome, maiya nanlal, roneisha king, peaches, nesha hunter, darria sails, renita montegut, angela harris, brintney jones, cassandra nurse, whitney rodriquez, bria paul, lawson, corey favorite, robert hamilton, mrs. stephanie, raven foster, lights, monique marine, dynesha debose, andddd devin harris[:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-4018587728553056912?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/4018587728553056912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyyy-single-person-that-wished-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/4018587728553056912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/4018587728553056912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyyy-single-person-that-wished-me.html' title='everyyy single person that wished me a happy birthday.'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-1141188695792526142</id><published>2009-07-29T13:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:09:02.451-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><title type='text'>uncommon imagination</title><content type='html'>soo imagine we were all robots. and instead of being a certain age for a whole year, we would be a different age, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;..mkay, listen:&lt;br /&gt;soo say for, monday youll be 11. then tuesday, 12 and wednesday 13, etcetera. &lt;br /&gt;it would give everyone a chance to do certain things..and it would repeat every 22.&lt;br /&gt;now, i know your thinking well, we would be used to it, because it would be normal. but think this: &lt;br /&gt;we're still living this life, when we age yearly. &lt;br /&gt;but the government just made it official to start every 2010 new born like that.&lt;br /&gt;so we would have a world of mixed agers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah idkkk, that just hit me, espcially since my birthday was yesterday, &lt;br /&gt;and it felt like i was 16 for two years! foreal .&lt;br /&gt;lol , well yea, just think..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-1141188695792526142?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/1141188695792526142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/07/uncommon-imagination.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/1141188695792526142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/1141188695792526142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/07/uncommon-imagination.html' title='uncommon imagination'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-8115081478142305521</id><published>2009-07-27T16:09:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:59:48.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>live @ ushers camp new look[:  --READ</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src= "http://i32.tinypic.com/winj2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been in Atlanta for 2 weeks @ Emory university, attending Ushers Camp New Look.&lt;br /&gt;This by far, was the best year ever. I've gain so much knowledge and power to where I don't even know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;So instead of babbling on what we did daily, I'll just give you guys a wrap up of the whole camp, through what I wrote in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the basic(daily) schedule was to wake up for 6:45, be out for 7:25, @ morning revelations. there, we got a phrase of a day, and a small talk about the day we had planned.&lt;br /&gt;After, we went to breakfast, then business class, then lunch, then our component session (for me* DANCE), then dinner, then expressions then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;That was our schedule everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, we learned the marketing strategy on how to get our own perfume line out. This year we learned the 7 components of business to help promote our own record label and CD. It was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;In our business class, we were split by numbers then by regions. I remember in my business class we had LA, Atlanta, Detroit, New York, and the Gulf Coast.&lt;br /&gt;Through so many lessons about marketing and the business aspect of the entertainment world, the 3rd group won, and had to challenge the other 2 business classes in front of the whole camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dance class, we learned so much; kind of like last year, so I just refreshed my mind. We had to set goals for the 2 weeks we were there. My 3 were to work on my eclipse, my forte, and my dance terminology. I believe I achieved those; so&lt;br /&gt;**I am successful**&lt;br /&gt;We learned about the different types of dance, and how to prepare a resume and head shots for an audition.&lt;br /&gt;I DO remember what we did as a dance company. we had a ballet, a hip hop, a modern, a tap, a jazz, a Afro-European, and a salsa class. We met Cece Kelley, D. Woods, Mr. Jason from Fusions, and Ms. Sandra on those different days. I got real close with the dancers in our company, and together we put together a beautiful piece to raise awareness about Hunger in Africa. It turned out to be a beautiful performance for the finale of camp.&lt;br /&gt;**By the way, be on the look out for Pirouette and Sasha Young; your favorite dancing duo&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 19th and 20th, we started our Teen Summit on the Awareness of Malaria, through the Nothing But Nets campaign sponsored by the United Nations Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;It was AWES0ME.&lt;br /&gt;Our coordinator was Jeff Johnson; and we had two different panelist from large corporations that taught us all the aspects of business, and how to actually get out there and do something with our ideas. It was an experience I will NEVER forget :*]&lt;br /&gt;Some aspirations I remember Jeff Johnson saying were: "Be patient", "I'm the expert", "good people can be at the right place, just at the wrong time", "preparation, preparation, preparation!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our seminar about the Nothing But Nets Campaign, which is again, sponsored by the United Nations Foundation. I learned that the United Nations is made up of 192 member states; they help resolve genocide, promote peace, and also help the less fortunate countries; Nothing But Nets is a global,grassroots campaign.&lt;br /&gt;Malaria is the cause of the ongoing poverty. It is treatable and preventable, yet is takes at least 40% of the world, there's 500 million cases, and at least 1 million die yearly. The Anopheles Mosquito carries it; it is a female and is nocturnal. With the Nothing But Nets campaign, each $10= 1 net to save a family in Africa from dying from Malaria. Yet every 30 seconds, a child dies from malaria. $5 is to purchase the net, $3 is for the production and transportation, and $2 is to educate others on how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;Our goal at Ushers Camp New Look is to raise $400,000= 40,000 nets, through our own service projects.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of that seminar, we were split up in our residential troops, and challenged to sign up 5 people to learn more about the campaign, get 5 people to receive cards, get 2 people to fill out a message of hope card to send to a refugee in Ethiopia, and to have an in depth convo with 2 people about malaria. By the end of our challenge, we had about 300 people. So we know we can reach our $400,000 goal[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a seminar about college readiness; although I'm already in college, I still took some important notes. They basically stated to "make your c.a.s.e.-r.e.d."&lt;br /&gt;C-urriculum/courses&lt;br /&gt;A-cademics/gpa&lt;br /&gt;S-tanderdized (ACT/SAT)&lt;br /&gt;E-xtracurricular activities&lt;br /&gt;R-ecommendations/references&lt;br /&gt;E-ssays/ personal statement&lt;br /&gt;D-emonstrated interest.&lt;br /&gt;We learned how to present ourselves through- interviews, jobs, internships, and programs.&lt;br /&gt;For seniors and college freshmen, we learned about a 6 week program, known as "Breakthrough", which allows us to teach students worldwide. That was something I was very interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That basically sums up our camp. Our theme was " Issue, Power, Action", and I was personally Powered By Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To check out photos of our camp and sessions, check:&lt;br /&gt;www.zimbio.com; search Usher Camp New Look&lt;br /&gt;wwww.wireimage.com; search Usher Camp New Look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some celebrities I met were: of course Usher Raymond IV, NBA Star Alonzo Mourning, UN' Foundation's Elizabeth Gore, The Atlanta Drumline, House of Payne's Palmer Williams, Jeff Dauler, Rob Skipworth, the VP of Cartoon Network: Nathania Seales, 49er Allen Rossum, Rick Wade, from CBS Outdoors: Alex Marttinez, Nicole Ari Parker, Boris Kodjoe, Leslie Guy, D. Woods, Dwight Howard, Jeff Johnson (Cousin Jeff), Tangie Larkin, Lyfe Jennings, JPAT's Quiet Storm, JPAT's SD, and Cece Kelley[:&lt;br /&gt;and probaly many others, but thats all who I met&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the finale, I found out that my group in DANCE won a grant through Dance Canvas to support of service project. My group is consists of 4 people. "Pirouette", "Duh King", "Sasha Young", and "Tha Boss". We are from New Orleans, LA and Forts worth, TX. Even though we all are from all over the country, we're suppose to come together through our service projects. Our project won though, the New Orleans and Texas group, our mission is to end violence through a youth musical showing what violence leads to and how we can get youth out of it by fine arts. So, look out for our production coming soon to your community, in both New Orleans and Forts worth, TX. Please support us, and our partnered campaign, NOTHING BUT NETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info. contact me, Omolola T.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHINGBUTNETS.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--P0WERED BY SERVICE; LEAD BY EXAMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;what are you going to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-8115081478142305521?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/8115081478142305521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/07/live-ushers-camp-new-look-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/8115081478142305521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/8115081478142305521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/07/live-ushers-camp-new-look-read.html' title='live @ ushers camp new look[:  --READ'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.tinypic.com/winj2f_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-4093406139566713526</id><published>2009-07-12T20:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:53:53.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goneee</title><content type='html'>TO ATL.&lt;br /&gt;MOSTLYY NONE OF MY SOCIAL NETWORKS WILL BE UPDATEDD.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO , LAMMMMEEEEE .&lt;br /&gt;BUT IF YOU WANTT TO SOCIALIZE HIT UP THE CELL,&lt;br /&gt;AND ILL GET BACK @ YOU A SOON AS I CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-4093406139566713526?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/4093406139566713526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/07/goneee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/4093406139566713526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/4093406139566713526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/07/goneee.html' title='goneee'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-5190829711599109682</id><published>2009-07-05T15:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:40:54.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fourth weekend.</title><content type='html'>pretty muchh wackkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got the intership through my univeristy to work @ the essence festival, out here in new orleans...i was hella hyped. so thursday, i get caught up with the fam and arrived 2 hours late. we still got in, and wound up filling a bookstore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all kinds of african american books :D&lt;br /&gt;tht was cool, but i ditched them and left 3 hours early .&lt;br /&gt;lmaoo , need i say the shifts were longg as heckkk .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fri. comes and i wound up 3 hours late to the superdome..&lt;br /&gt;you know the dome where the saints play ? &gt;&gt;well, yea that dome.&lt;br /&gt;and basically i was to late to try and pop up in there. sooo i left.&lt;br /&gt;the crowd was crazyyyyy...people EVERYWHERE. when i say EVERYWHERE, i literally mean around the wholeee downtown. and its was fourth weekend. PSHHH, it kinda was a turn off, on how many ppl were out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat. comes up..the fourth, and i have soo many ppl calling me up, likee&lt;br /&gt; lola lets do this and do that.&lt;br /&gt;im like cool! well the time comes around and the plans fall completely apart :[&lt;br /&gt;COMPLETELY.&lt;br /&gt;and i wind up outside my door popping fireworks, and right back inside to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;and miserable calls, asking where i am.&lt;br /&gt;it suckeddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sundays here, and i go to church! WAHHHHH? church?..yes! church!&lt;br /&gt;i was hella happy to get up. ** i havent been in about 8 months :T&lt;br /&gt;so i go, and no lie, immediately i get teary eyed and chilly, like i just felt like sin walking in red. i managed to go through the service. and it felt like the lesson of today was directed towards me and reasons i havent been to church.&lt;br /&gt;i knew it was right for me to go, and i felt comfortable after a while.&lt;br /&gt;it was hella cool. most def. i will be back next sunday :D&lt;br /&gt; tomorrows monday, and my crazy week begins.&lt;br /&gt;for some odd reason, i feel the dogs are going to be raining, and the babies are going to be screaming...basically a long week.&lt;br /&gt;but im ready...are you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--lowlahtee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-5190829711599109682?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/5190829711599109682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/5190829711599109682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/5190829711599109682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-weekend.html' title='fourth weekend.'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-4678929386704751682</id><published>2009-07-04T13:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:26:12.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HMM[:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/full/15567665.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;Expires=1246732213&amp;Signature=2zUY7u37XaCDUbhlAN2j9s7qpWQ%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 325px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/full/15567665.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;Expires=1246732213&amp;Signature=2zUY7u37XaCDUbhlAN2j9s7qpWQ%3D" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually dont wear kicks...at all. &lt;br /&gt;but these are kind of adorablee &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-4678929386704751682?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/4678929386704751682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/4678929386704751682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/4678929386704751682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm.html' title='HMM[:'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-6499405003372356837</id><published>2009-06-28T18:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:58:45.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><title type='text'>DEFiNED MY PASSi0N</title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;&lt;img src= "http://content.artofmanliness.com/uploads/2008/08/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;forever live the king[:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudee, i remember when i was in &lt;B&gt;LA&lt;/b&gt; @ the apartment on &lt;u&gt;Lafayette&lt;/u&gt; ::lmao::, watching some countdown BET used to play all day. &lt;br /&gt;and "do you remember the time" came on, and me and lala freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;[[&amp; you know i'm a &lt;b&gt;dancer&lt;/b&gt;]] so i was like we have to learn that choreo!&lt;br /&gt;we waited about a day and a half, and &lt;u&gt;recorded&lt;/u&gt; that video. since then, we'd recorded EVERY video from &lt;B&gt;bell biv devoe&lt;/b&gt;. i learned the choreo from the video, and wound up falling in love with &lt;B&gt;michael jackson&lt;/b&gt;, foreal. &lt;br /&gt;now as i live in new orleans, and look @ all the &lt;i&gt;success&lt;/i&gt; ive brought in through dance, and holding these tapes of bell biv devoe. &lt;br /&gt;i realized EXACTLY where my &lt;b&gt;passion&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;i&gt;dance&lt;/i&gt; came from....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever live the &lt;B&gt;king&lt;/b&gt;&lt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7279946977242664807-6499405003372356837?l=lowlahtee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/feeds/6499405003372356837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/06/defined-my-passi0n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/6499405003372356837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7279946977242664807/posts/default/6499405003372356837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lowlahtee.blogspot.com/2009/06/defined-my-passi0n.html' title='DEFiNED MY PASSi0N'/><author><name>lowlahtee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10970132008325645879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rt_lVkhsWQ/S2ie_TRh9wI/AAAAAAAAAHs/HCWuP37doAc/S220/i+see+you+aiming+at+my+pedastool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279946977242664807.post-1644116953458207382</id><published>2009-06-28T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:34:38.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>iTS All HERE-</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm Omolola, and I am currently living in New Orleans, Louisiana; although I was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. I enjoy the big things in life; those which make me smile at the littlest things. I enjoy singing, as I do very well, but I live to dance! I was introduced to dance at a very young age.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today, I am aware of many genres of dance, in which I perform about ¼. With my height and weight, I had intentions of becoming a model. Many oppose my decision of not pursuing in the modeling field; my heart is in the medical field. Ever since I was a young girl I dreamed of being a “dancing doctor”. I am enrolled in a medical academy, and later, I plan on teaching dance classes all over the world. I believe with my skills and talents in both fields, I will be supported for the rest of my life; “akuna matata”. I like to be open about things, to where most people feel I am extremely confident. Those who feel that way have a misunderstanding on the human being I am. On the other hand, I am a very sweet, down to earth and bubbly person. I love god; I grew up in a church surrounded family. I'm working on getting back in tuned with my faith and Christ. I respect all religions, and everyone’s faith. I won’t put myself up to something I will not do. I am fascinated by technology; especially the computer and camera. Those two can keep my interest more than the latest tennis shoes on the market. In the future, I see myself surviving the fittest of the fittest; just by not over analyzing everything that comes my way. Life is Life. Live it while it is here. I have seen some outrageous things, and unbelievable events; I take it as a lesson and an experience in my life. Live. Love. 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