<?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-6359158281325027757</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:14:24.000-07:00</updated><category term='OCTOBERSVERYOWN'/><category term='Lola Luv'/><category term='Sparky'/><category term='Understood'/><category term='Degrassi'/><category term='Drake'/><category term='WWSU'/><category term='DJ Durl'/><category term='Trey Songz'/><category term='Corinne Bailey Rae'/><category term='Childhood Friendships'/><title type='text'>*Dayabee's Guide 2 Life*</title><subtitle type='html'>Baby... I'ma put on a show-type of girl...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-2983463611040050616</id><published>2010-08-16T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:46:56.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Understood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood Friendships'/><title type='text'>Ain't Nothin' Changed But The Address(es)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TGnaUdS9D2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/A0jJpIZSDRI/s1600/2nd+tat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TGnaUdS9D2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/A0jJpIZSDRI/s320/2nd+tat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506172064433508194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Hello Loves!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you miss me? I'm sure you did :) I've missed you too. Life has treated me well over the past couple of months. Somethings you can control, somethings you can't... such is life. All you can do is maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress from my original thought. This entry isn't typical because it's almost like a preface to my life story (so far). This is actually an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"introduction"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; of sorts. Recently, I've gotten in touch with someone who knew me when I was younger. It's actually amazing to talk to him after so much time has passed -but- its strangely comfortable. He was &amp;amp; is (in my opinion) one of the only people who I think fully understood me then. I can't really speak for now because he hasn't received the whole &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sadea/Dayabee experience"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; but I honestly haven't changed THAT much. We all grow and mature... We develop vices and bad habits overtime but as he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"You  kinda know a version of myself that alot of ppl who know me now have no clue about"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So, I feel that I should give him a proper introduction to the Daya that some of you guys know. He's been more influential on my life than he actually may know (cue the violins, hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is extremely vivid. Not raunchy in any sense of the word but it has become my diary.  There are times when I show extremely disappointment in myself on here. You do get a great picture of what I have been thru with guys on here (most of the posts reflect that). I ask that you don't judge but you see the beauty in my confusion. I write as I would talk so take that into consideration. This has been a journey, to say the least. I look at some of these blogs now and I cringe at the situations I've found myself in but I've learned from everyone of them. This is the emotional side of me... relish in the beauty of it &amp;amp; enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;P.S- The picture above is an ode to my love for body art... It also commemorates the One-Year anniversary of my 2nd tattoo... Shoutout to Hov for the lyric!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-2983463611040050616?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2983463611040050616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=2983463611040050616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/2983463611040050616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/2983463611040050616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2010/08/aint-nothin-changed-but-addresses.html' title='Ain&apos;t Nothin&apos; Changed But The Address(es)'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TGnaUdS9D2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/A0jJpIZSDRI/s72-c/2nd+tat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-70204565918703736</id><published>2010-04-22T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:50:13.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt People Hurt People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/S9Gj31SPlhI/AAAAAAAAADY/TNyMWxYlx4o/s1600/black+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/S9Gj31SPlhI/AAAAAAAAADY/TNyMWxYlx4o/s320/black+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463328002568853010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"...You're saying things... No one stays the same... So I take it  lightly... When you say that I've changed... All that I do Is done for  you... &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I can't help but feel bad... When you place me at the  blame..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honestly... This has been one of the hardest months of my life. I've  handled many things as mature as I could but that's neither here nor  there. You see folks, I'm blogging from a computer near you because I  need to get somethings off my chest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As a woman, it is natural for me to want the companionship of a man.  Sometimes my pillow isn't enough. But in wanting a man, I have a hard  time being submissive to a man. My last situation proved this. See, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I  FEEL&lt;/span&gt; that he wanted me to kinda play my role. You know, the role of a  submissive woman. One who looked pretty but shut up. That's how I felt. I  felt that I was being groomed to be a trophy. A prize that needed to be  polished and admired but not one that could be heard. So... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Being the  type of girl I am, I rebelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; It seemed that all we did is argue anyway... He didn't listen, I didn't  listen.. We didn't know how to communicate w/ each other and more often  than, we disrespected each other. Yes folks, it was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; thing. No one  is worse or better than the other person... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;We both need to learn to  respect the person that we're with&lt;/span&gt;. Its sad because I feel that I really  did try with this guy. I tried to open up to him in ways that most  people don't get to see from me. It hurt that he denied me of that... He  never took the time to figure out who I am. I am a survivor of sexual  abuse. I don't hide behind that or let it define me but it does dictate  why I am the way I am. He NEVER bothered to figure me out. That hurt...&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I could talk about this all day but I feel like I need to speak directly  to him... I hope yall don't mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MLC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate that things ended the way that things did. I never wanted to  argue with you the way that we did and as much as you may think I don't,  I do care. It angers me that you try to discredit my feelings because  they aren't a direct reflect of yours. My feelings come out in a  different way than yours. Truthfully, I do care. I feel that I care more  than you did. But you choose to argue and I don't have time for that. I  also don't have time for the hypocracy that you've shown me. What's  good for you is good 4 me to. How can you tell me you dislike something  that you do? That's confusing. They're are no bends, twist or turns to  make something right. And I hated that you did that to me... I hated  that part of you. I wanted nothing more than to be with you. But, I feel  that we were based on a lie. You can't build a strong foundation on  shaky ground. Being painted to be a bad guy constantly is annoying... It  is also hurtful, esp when you see the flipside of it all. You were the  1st guy I opened up to or tried to since my ex. I saw myself loving you  one day. I hate that we stopped this relationship from growing. But you  know what they say, Hurt People hurt People... And we are two hurt  people. My past is not you and I am not your past... But a part of me  still wants to be in your future, idk why. Maybe because I actually have  feelings for you. But who knows... Serendipity is real &amp;amp; if its  meant to be, it shall. But I wish you much love, much success &amp;amp; much  happiness... You'll always be special to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-- Daya (in my rawest form)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears are flowing yall... I'll holla..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-70204565918703736?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/70204565918703736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=70204565918703736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/70204565918703736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/70204565918703736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2010/04/hurt-people-hurt-people.html' title='Hurt People Hurt People'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/S9Gj31SPlhI/AAAAAAAAADY/TNyMWxYlx4o/s72-c/black+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-5898890528450850268</id><published>2010-01-28T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:35:05.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Gotta Do Is Come Real...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/S2JxePLCuPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RDScbf6YA_g/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/S2JxePLCuPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RDScbf6YA_g/s320/Video+call+snapshot+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432028864845101298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"it's been a long time... I shouldn't have left you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good! We got that out the way! Its been TOO many times in this New Year that I've wanted to do this &amp;amp;&amp;amp; just didn't feel like I had a good enough subject to blog about. I wanted to blog about my weave... not eventful enough. I wanted to blog about my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SANTANIC &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;ass roommate... Eventful but I didn't wanna go to jail or cloud my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;blog-o-sphere &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;with her mess. So... what brings me to you today??&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Fuckery!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ok, maybe not a bunch of it but it's alot inside of me that I feel the need to get off my chest. You know, its &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ALOT&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; of shit that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;TRULY&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; bothers my soul &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I don't say too much. I pretty much keep it inside &amp;amp; try to block it out. But it ends up coming out in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;WORST&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; way. It's never intentional. I never mean it to hurt anyone but damn, that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;word vomit&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I was having a convo with my bestie &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;(Shoutout to J-Skillz... Check us out over there ---&gt;)&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; about the current men in my life. Now, being 21, I don't expect to find &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;THE ONE&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. No, not just yet. But... I do expect &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;FUCKING HONESTY&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!!! I mean, is that so much to ask??? Now... Honesty isn't telling me every move you make... it's letting me know what the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;EFF &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm getting myself into. I mean, let me know! I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;LOTHE&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; having to go searching. I hate having to ask. And (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;most importantly&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;) I &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;HATE&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; investing my feelings into someone when I know that a day will come where I'm going to have to repress them. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that everyone has to be dropped -&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;- they kinda do. Call me selfish but it's Me. Its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Sadea Lynette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;, I tell you from the gate who I am &amp;amp;&amp;amp; what I do. I have never been one to hide that but others do. I mean, do I look like I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;stupid&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; stamped on my head??? And... poor other girl! I feel bad being a part in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;something&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; that would hurt her. I do like you (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;subliminal!!!)&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; but I can't do her like that.My emos matter but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Love &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;is strong &amp;amp;&amp;amp; even though it's not my place... it became my B.I. I wish you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Another issue I'm facing is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;negativity&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;lies&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;... and this goes for both sexes. The one thing I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;CANNOT &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;dig is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hater&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;.  Why hate on the next person 'cuz you aren't getting what you want? Now, everybody does it at time but its the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Constant&lt;/span&gt; hating that is bothersome. Why can't you just be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Work Hard&lt;/span&gt;??? Does life really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Suck&lt;/span&gt; that much for you?? It's ridiculous! Get your life together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Now I do have &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Some &lt;/span&gt;positivity to share... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Explicit Content&lt;/span&gt; is doing great! Mimi &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I wanna thank everyone who has showed us love: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Fly.U... Yonny... GTC &amp;amp;&amp;amp; er-body else who has shown us love&lt;/span&gt;. We do &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Appreciate&lt;/span&gt; ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ok Folks, before I start naming names &amp;amp;&amp;amp; letting the cat out the bag... I need to hop my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy &lt;/span&gt;ass off here. Commence the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Fuckery&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-5898890528450850268?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5898890528450850268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=5898890528450850268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/5898890528450850268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/5898890528450850268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-you-gotta-do-is-come-real_28.html' title='All You Gotta Do Is Come Real...'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/S2JxePLCuPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RDScbf6YA_g/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-8179872807965693717</id><published>2009-08-30T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:46:13.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ManifestedRealities]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SprYeJxwRzI/AAAAAAAAACo/T8xmbbTSQUw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SprYeJxwRzI/AAAAAAAAACo/T8xmbbTSQUw/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375847117752387378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm at the point where I can stand to be [average] or I can be [extraordinary]..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog... unlike the others is mine. This blog... unlike the others is personally personal. This blog... unlike the others is Sadea at her rawest....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sit back and realize the growth I made in my life... but yet I still feel misunderstood. You can do so much, people can see you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; imagine that they know you but no one knows your story until you tell them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Being misunderstood is one of the loneliest  feelings&lt;/span&gt; you can ever experience but the creative process of letting someone into your world is amazing. Everyday gives you a new chance to share yourself and express a side of you that many may not get to see... Much like an artist putting together an album... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Everyday brings you new songs, new beats, new ideas.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last weekend, someone I've grown to like told me something I really needed to hear. I often get frustrated by certain things &amp;amp;&amp;amp; in return, my tongue does become slightly sharp and I get extremely blunt. It's something that many who know me have come to deal w/ over the years but &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;no one has had the audacity&lt;/span&gt; to put me in my place.. until last week. We were having a discussion and never has one person made me rethink so many things that I've done by saying something so simple. He reassured me [but] also caused me to become slightly insecure about things I had been doing... and not in a bad way either. A good insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-He Says-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone is different. You can't treat everyone the same, everyone deserves a chance. Sometimes a guy wants that mystery.. he wants that chase &amp;amp;&amp;amp; being blunt is a good thing but it can also be a bad thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I know this&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I told him that but it goes back to me being misunderstood. In order to understand me, you have to know my background....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;20 yr old woman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who lost herself &amp;amp;&amp;amp; is just now finding herself again. I wasn't the "pretty girl" until I made it to high school. I was teased because I wore my hair natural because my stepmother made the decision (without consulting my mother) to put a perm in my hair so I had to get my hair cut off when I was in the 2nd grade. I wore glasses until my freshman year &amp;amp;&amp;amp; decided to reinvent myself. Partially for myself but partially so I could live up to the expectations of my glamourous family. Speaking of family, I went through years of sexually abuse and intimidation &amp;amp;&amp;amp; never faced those demons until I was a junior in high school. I never had good relationships with men in my younger years so I lost my virginity at an early age to guy who I believed loved me. I went from having the highest self-esteem ever until I got into a relationship with a guy who crushed my spirit. Part of me still loves him, not for who he is but for what he made me. Without him, I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;WOULD NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be the beautiful woman who many get to see now. He made me reset my morals &amp;amp; expectations for what they should be. I am just now getting to the point where I see myself as beautiful again... 'cuz there was a while when I looked at myself in the mirror and hated what I saw. I hated my hair... I went from a size 4 to a size 8 in the matter of a year. My breast grew &amp;amp; my ass grew and I didnt like the attention it brought me. I have parents that are JUST now being cordial to each other. Parents that couldnt say 2words to each other without arguing &amp;amp;&amp;amp; many times, they used me as the messenger. Can you imagine how it is to be forced to tell your father that your mother says that he's a bitch &amp;amp;&amp;amp; he's worthless? Yes, I took a year off from school &amp;amp; ran away with my boyfriend (at the time) to Texas to escape my problems... but I also wasn't ready to be here. Be exactly where I am now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;These are things that make me... they dont run me but they are a major part in who I have become. Without these experiences, there would not be the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sadea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you see in front of you today.  In order to know me is to understand what I've been through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; I care too much, I love hard, I have a sharp tongue &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I am determined to be what my parents, my aunts &amp;amp; uncles, my cousins &amp;amp; my grandparents weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; imperfect&lt;/span&gt;. I am flawed but I try damn hard to be better than I was yesterday. Im sexual &amp;amp; I am proud to be but it does NOT make me. Im introverted at times &amp;amp; Im extroverted at times. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Im shy around people Im digging&lt;/span&gt;... But I dont hesitate to tell you what I will and will not do. I am no one's doormat. I am pretty inside and out. I love to laugh. I love to cry. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I value cuddling more than sex&lt;/span&gt;. Im quirky &amp;amp; I love being weird. Music and writing are my outlets. Shopping is my addiction. I enjoy a lil gossip every now &amp;amp; again but I am fiercely loyal to myself &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my friends. I will never advise you to do something I wouldnt do. Im a rebel but Im&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; REAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... real enough to admit my flaws &amp;amp; real enough to be true to myself.... This is me... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;This is Sadea Lynette Harris-Lacking&lt;/span&gt;. She is me &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I am her... And I am love &amp;amp; loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a soul whose intentions are good ... I accept the fact that I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-8179872807965693717?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8179872807965693717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=8179872807965693717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/8179872807965693717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/8179872807965693717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2009/08/manifestedrealities.html' title='[ManifestedRealities]'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SprYeJxwRzI/AAAAAAAAACo/T8xmbbTSQUw/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-8806531124598738758</id><published>2009-08-01T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:53:46.864-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sparky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWSU'/><title type='text'>In Bloom.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SnTLrbhrSvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Fz63P7-LSs0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SnTLrbhrSvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Fz63P7-LSs0/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365137003088923378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Currrently listening to: "In Bloom"- Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a while since I felt worthy to post something on here... Its also been a minute since I had the time to do it. Life's great but Im not all for formalities on a blog. I mean, don't get me wrong... I love those who take the time to read what Im doing.. I just dont wanna make a big deal about it. Radio... School &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Life.... what more is there to say???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... sitting at home... I had an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;epiphany&lt;/span&gt;. Now, Im not gonna go all Chrisette Michelle but seriously, life became clear in a sense. When I came back to school... I became a Dj for my station &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'd be lying if I say that I didn't wanna do it forever (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I want this shit forever... ever.. ever! Thanks Drizzy!&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;). I mean, its like my life has become clear to me. Never have I felt more driven or more interested in one thing. I understand now when artist say that their music is who they're in a relationship with becuz it truly gets like that. I spent almost every waking moment in that station... just to be around it... feel the vibe of it. Then... we had an argument... And I havent been as much. I miss the closeness between us and we're rekindling our flame. He knows I love him! But its addicting! Hearing that people hear me is a rush... and Im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; with that feeling. If anybody ever wants to know whats going on with me at a certain point in my life... Listen to my shows. I reflect my mood in the music I play. So much so that my mother knew I was happy... genuinely... from listening to one of my shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another facet of my life that I am coming to terms with is just me... myself. I am who I am... and I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;. I am not perfect... I am a perfectly flawed individual. There are things I want to fix but I love those imperfections... every orifice, every bump, every curve of me is loved by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Never have I felt so comfortable in the skin God gave me... and being amongst more people who are going thru same things as I am has made me appreciate my life even more. Things could be better... I could have money for one.. but would I have this happiness? I dont think I would... nor would I have these understandings about myself. I am a beautiful... real... loving creature. And as everybody, I would love to have that love I have in myself shown by someone else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of love &amp;amp;&amp;amp; like... I feel like for the first time in a long time, Im ready for that. My feelings are on my sleeve &amp;amp;&amp;amp; slowly but surely, Im coming out of my shell again. Guys are no longer creatures just made to cause me unhappiness... becuz I've learned that happiness comes from within. I am interested in meeting &amp;amp;&amp;amp; mingling again... especially with one person in particular. I make no claims to know him well... I just know enough to be interested. My fear of approaching him comes from insecurities in my past, but in shedding those, I plan to do so eventually. Im too old for crushes &amp;amp;&amp;amp; life is too short not to try your options. Im not in high school anymore, so I really dont need my friends assistance in approaching him. So... here's a letter to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                      Juvenile, I know but verbal words fail me when I see you so writing this is better for me. I hope you find it sweet, not silly... find me sweet, not mean... pretty, not ugly. I've never had to do this before but something about you has me intrigued. Can't place my finger on it but something is magnetic about you &amp;amp;&amp;amp; its pulling me in. Excuse the fowardness of the last statement, but it has to be said. How can I claim to be real and hold my toungue? I seriously feel like how Alicia felt in "You don't know my name". Its scary to put yourself out when you dont know how the other person would react. But... Im 20 years old... Im putting on my big girl pants and baring my soul. I may not be the prettiest, the smartest or the most talented (and I dont claim to be) but I can assure you that I'm one of the realest you'll ever meet. Cliche, I know but coming from this creole lady... it means something. I don't know what you like, but I hope to learn. I dont know what your interest are but I hope to learn. Maybe we can share a conversation over a meal I'll cook for you... who knows. Im reaching my hand to yours.... Will you accept?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                            -Always..... Daya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;He may never read these eloquent words I've posted &amp;amp;&amp;amp; thats ok... but just in case he ever should come across my piece of the internet... he knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember ya'll.... Im just a lily in bloom.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-8806531124598738758?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8806531124598738758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=8806531124598738758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/8806531124598738758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/8806531124598738758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-bloom.html' title='In Bloom.....'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SnTLrbhrSvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Fz63P7-LSs0/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-4696645312569863938</id><published>2009-06-14T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:45:54.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*If I woulda known the boy next door woulda been you....*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v10/124/55/1415220074/n1415220074_30000114_3508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v10/124/55/1415220074/n1415220074_30000114_3508.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I know its been a nice little minute since I lasted blogged but... I think this occasion warrants a blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a friend who you've had that "something" with??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like one of those friends that you've been close with for so long &amp;amp;&amp;amp; you know u feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; type of way but the timing is either off -or- other thing prevent you from acting on what u truly feel. And its crazy becuz the feelings are there.. the chemistry is there but neither acts on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What happens when one person does act on it? Can the friendship ever go back or does it just get better from that point on??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my internal conflict rite now... I cant even begin to describe how I feel about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Navahoe&lt;/span&gt;. One person that I've been so cool with for such a long time &amp;amp;&amp;amp; am soooo immensly attracted to, the proper words cant really express how much he really means to me. I know that I dont show it sometimes but I just choose to stay away becuz I dont wanna get hurt. I mean, is it so wrong to hold someone at arms length for those reasons?? Its been many times where I've just wanted to scream it out loud but... I can't. I dont wanna be just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of those others girls&lt;/span&gt;. I like to think Im more than that. Yes, closed mouths dont get fed but I think my taste buds have been quenched for a long time! LOL... I know it may sound greedy, but im down for seconds.. thirds.. desserts.. midnite snacks...LOL.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; He's one of the only friends I can say that truly has my best interest at heart, I believe. Not to mention that I've known him for a while... its been a while. I first met him when I picked my sister up from his house once (his bro &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my sis were BFF's). I can remember him coming to the door and he didnt say much, but my sister wanted to hook me up with him for soooo long! I was young, he looked like a geek... I wasn't interested then. High School changed that... he wasn't Lil Ju Ju so much anymore... his innocence was fading &amp;amp; I kinda wanted to be the one to take it :). Good thing I wasnt... I dont think I would have the impression of him as I do now... he's great at what he does. Adulthood brought greater challenges &amp;amp;&amp;amp; even for the year that we barely spoke, he constantly kept up with me. It wasnt that I didnt wanna speak to him -but- I knew that talking to him &amp;amp;&amp;amp; being in a relationship wasnt gonna work. Plus, he talks to everybody &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I dont want or need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; drama. But now, Im to the point where I dont care. 'Cuz at the end of the day... he's gonna be my friend. He's there when I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;to be. He's just not emotionally there rite now... and I hate it. So much that it makes me emotional. I dont regret anything that happend... but my feelings are clearly involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wish &lt;/span&gt;I would known that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boy&lt;/span&gt; woulda been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Current tunes: Hunt for you by Teairra Mari &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Pleasure P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Tell me what i gotta do.. the walls I gotta break thru...  that lead me rite back to you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-4696645312569863938?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/4696645312569863938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=4696645312569863938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/4696645312569863938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/4696645312569863938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-woulda-known-boy-next-door-woulda.html' title='*If I woulda known the boy next door woulda been you....*'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-1864065210228791815</id><published>2009-03-28T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:58:37.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Tears for YOU....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/Sc47EBp0RMI/AAAAAAAAACI/MCwGS7qf_jM/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318253150320477378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/Sc47EBp0RMI/AAAAAAAAACI/MCwGS7qf_jM/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I've wrestled with writing this for a long time for the pure sake of not putting everything out to be judged by public opinion... but I decided that if its good for the other person, its good for me 2. Not to say that he publicly put everything out that happend with us, becuz he didnt, but in a way, he did expose the truobles in our relationship. Now.. most of you know me &amp;amp; most of you know who I'm speaking of... but for those of you who don't, I'll give u a lil background history.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;For the past almost 6 yrs, I've been involved with a guy who I honestly thought was gonna be the best guy for me. Things started out cool (as they always do). Truthfully, I didnt even like the nigga, lol. I thought he was cute but he kinda seemed like a liar to me and he was quiet, so I couldnt really figure him out. So we played around.. dated here and there... our interest in each other seemed like it was never concurrent. Either he would be really feeling me and I wasnt particularly interested or vice versa. But it come upon the time when I really wanted to be with him, and he didnt feel the same at the time. I went thru everything.. competing w/ old girlfriends, fighting with him, seeing him talk to other girls... but to me, I had to prove that I was THAT GIRL... so I stayed loyal to him to show him that. He really fucked up on of the greatest days of my life BUT I dont wana get into that becuz it STILL hurts. But after a while, we got together.. stayed together.. moved together (in a different state)... struggled together... everything! If you can name it, Im pretty sure we did it. But things were going south &amp;amp; even tho I realized it, I didnt wanna believe it becuz "he loved me". People pointed things out to me all the time... "You know he tried to get at me on MySpace"... "He only wants to be with you becuz you have money" but I didnt wanna believe it! I was in love! And he loved me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Do I deny that he did... Nah, not really. I deny that fact that he couldnt love me the way I deserved to be becuz he didnt love himself. And ladies, if a man cant love himself.. help himself.. do for himself... There is NO way in Hell that he can do those things for you eitha!So for the past year... we struggled. He says that he never cheated on me (he means sexually) but he did. Anything that you cant tell your partner IS CHEATING. So everytime he logged onto his secret Myspace, he cheated... everytime he played me to another girl, he cheated. See where I'm going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2 make a long story short, of course, it didnt work &amp;amp; it blew up into one of the most scarring incidents that will ever happen to either of us. He doesnt believe it but it scarred me too. I never wished for anything like this to happen but, that was my sign from God to get out &amp;amp; get away. Since then, my life has completely turned around! Things have gotten so much better for me! And for a while, I still wanted to be with him to help him too. But once again, he was up to his old tricks.. trying to find happiness between someone's legs or in the bottom of a glass or at the end of a blunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Do I hate him? NO! Some may say that I should... but I dont! He taught me alot. And I can't lie and say that we didnt have good times, becuz we did. We obviously had to in order for me to be with him for so long. But I realized that his happiness was not greater than mine... and that in order to be successful, you have to surround yourself with people moving in that same direction. I am saddened by the way things turned out.... but there are No More Tears for him.... Like Neffe said, No one is gonna rob me of my sanity and my happiness... And I pray that he finds his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Love.. Real Love... will never hurt.....Daya Bee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-1864065210228791815?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/1864065210228791815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=1864065210228791815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/1864065210228791815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/1864065210228791815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-tears-for-you.html' title='No More Tears for YOU....'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/Sc47EBp0RMI/AAAAAAAAACI/MCwGS7qf_jM/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-1023434480268936796</id><published>2009-02-24T15:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:08:01.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait a minute... muthaf"cka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SaR9lG5-h2I/AAAAAAAAACA/p7Qul_871Wc/s1600-h/sicky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306504337411704674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SaR9lG5-h2I/AAAAAAAAACA/p7Qul_871Wc/s320/sicky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dumb sick right now.... Should be blogging with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ur girl's favorite blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; later on today or tomorrow... Be back when my tummy stops hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- - Daya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-1023434480268936796?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/1023434480268936796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=1023434480268936796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/1023434480268936796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/1023434480268936796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2009/02/wait-minute-muthafcka.html' title='Wait a minute... muthaf&quot;cka!'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SaR9lG5-h2I/AAAAAAAAACA/p7Qul_871Wc/s72-c/sicky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-1972452172475266745</id><published>2009-02-18T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:12:02.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Just a little Abstract Thinking*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sweet baby Jesus... Its been a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Well... sometimes we all need breaks.. and mine was well deserved. I needed to take the necessary steps to get some stability back into my life. I think I'm finally getting there.. once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So enuff about me... or maybe not enuff (as I havent gotten to my point yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You know... I've recently realized how much I've grown as a person. I always fashioned myself to be a lady and to be very mature but so much has happend lately that it has truly tested me. So many situations have happend and I've come thru with flying colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Situation One: Family Issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now it may not necessarily be MY family, per se but it is someones family. I had to realize that no matter what, even if someone does not respect you or  what you have.. you dont stoop to their level with them. You never let someone take you out of character or rob you of your spirit. Nobody what negativity someone is throwing your way you never let it be know that they've gotten to you. I love the people that I'm taking about.. mainly becuz they are apart of someone that I love. And they can hate me, wanna see me fail... WHATEVA! I love them... and one day, I hope we can all resolve the issues that we have with each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Situation Two: Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Now this is a situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; that runs deep with me. I've been through so much recently and I've heard about so many other people discovering the real meaning of love. Love (in my definition) is NOT something that can be easily summed up or easily described. Its a feeling! A beautiful feeling... but everyone expects love to just HAPPEN. And it doesn't. Its a mixture of destiny and whatever you put into it. Im in love... it has been the hardest thing that I've ever done. It has taken me up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; down... in circles.. squares.. all types of contortions. But, I can honestly say that I believe this love that I share is genuine.. on both sides. I always thought that I wanted to get married.. and I still do.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;it will be a long time &amp;amp; alot of my friends have been the inspiration for that decision. Not that I dont love my married friends, I do. Very much so but they have showed me why getting married early may not be a good thing. I am in no rush to end what I have... and I am in no rush to be divorced. Nor am I in a rush to have kids. I am enjoying this time that I am having with my boyfriend. We have no worries and no responsibilites and we enjoy that. We dont have to "stay together for the kids" or have to worry about what happens if it doesnt last... we are free to just BE. I've learned so much about myself thru him. And not that he made me anything, becuz he hasnt made me do anything but become a responsible adult. There are things that he does that piss me off.. things that make me emotional but at the end, I have to realize that I am not the only person that feels or that is in this. I have a partner in my relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So many people in this world give up too easily or are way to selfish. If you want something, you demand it. If you don't, you dont do it. plain and simple. Im just getting tired of blaming people or giving out tired ass excuses for why they do the things that they do. Be honest! And be a man or a woman about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Follow my lead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-1972452172475266745?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/1972452172475266745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=1972452172475266745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/1972452172475266745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/1972452172475266745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-little-abstract-thinking.html' title='*Just a little Abstract Thinking*'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-8638259365018714229</id><published>2009-01-13T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:03:14.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corinne Bailey Rae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DJ Durl'/><title type='text'>20 reasons why I'm that BITCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So... in order for my readers to get to know me a little bit better &amp;amp; on a more personal level... My friend, Mr DJ Durl (holidaydreamin.blogspot.com), devised 20 questions for me to answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So with out further ado.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1. Your life is a movie... so whats your theme song? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;         Favorite Drug- Styles P.... Im the worlds favorite drug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2  Going along with the same theme... what chapter would your life be in if it were a book? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My chapter would be chapter 20 in a 85 chapter book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3. Love or Money? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;        Always love... I'm a helpless romantic. Getting money feels damn good but, to me, the feeling of being love tops that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4. Whats one of your favorite memories from school? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;        Probably just being immensely popular. Having that power of being a popular chick.. I was a low key "mean girl" now that I think about it. I'm pretty sure something I said cut someone down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5. If you told your 15 yr old self that you would be who/where you are right now... what do you think the 15 yr old you say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;         "You dont like going to the club... and your dating just one guy? Huh.. I didnt see that coming" I was always in somebodies "teen" club.. shout out to Elwood! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;6. Whats is your biggest accomplishment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My biggest accomplishment thus far is graduating high school without having any kids. I bust my aunts bubbles... two years removed and I still dont have kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7. Are you proud of youself?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am but I have a lot of self improving to still do. There is always room for improvement in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;8. Do you think God has a sense of humor? Elaborate? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;He has to. He created man... he created us in the image of him and he must be one funny being to give some of the people the humor that that have. He gave us the ability and talent to make others laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;9.  If you could have one superhero power, what would you pick? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmmm... the choices! I think I'm gonna have to take X-ray vision for 200, Darrell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10. When was you best chrsitmas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My best christmas was the christmas of my junior year in high school. I got soooo much yaper that year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;11. If you were a rapper, what would your rap name be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;        DJ Daya... and everytime they said my name... a bee would buzz... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;12. Say that they are making a movie about MY life.. who would you want to play you?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I would want to play myself... Anything for Sadea, rite? lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;13 Whats makes you so special? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;          Im truly one of a kind.. I think you and everybody else can honestly say that you dont know another person like me. And I believe that I am a genuinely good person. I have flaws but my flaws are a part of me and they help make me who I am. I am a talented and intelligent person.. and you'll never met another chick that will touch your life as I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;14 What is most missunderstood about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I think that people misunderstand me as a person alot of times. They dont get me or they dont try to. Im not easy to figure out and you have to put in the time to even begin to understand what makes Sadea, Sadea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;15 Imagine that your 10 yrs school reunion is tomorrow, who would you look to see? why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Um... hmmm.... that's hard. I would probably just wanna see what my old clique is up to. Who's cracked out.. who's famous... who became fertile as hell and had alot of kids. You know.. the usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;16 Theres a colorful flyer with your face on it, and words... what do the words say and whats the event? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;              The flyer is advertising my book signing in Soho... and its describing my career from blogger/model to chairperson of the UN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;17 Whats your favorite pair of shoes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My gold, pink and green collectors Nike Dunks. One of my only pairs on sneaks but I truly love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;18 Who is one person you wish you could be stuck in an elevator with?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My idol, Oprah. I would have so much to ask!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;19 Whats the craziest thing that youve done? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had sex in the mens locker room at the YMCA with my first serious boyfriend. And bungee jump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;20 Whats your favorite lyric?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Now I have come to understand.... The way it is....It's not a secret anymore.....'cause we've been through that before.... From tonight I know that you're the only one.... I've been confused and in the dark.... Now I understand.... I wonder why it is.... I don't argue like this.... With anyone but you.... I wonder why it is, I wont let my guard down.... For anyone but you" - &lt;strong&gt;Corinne Bailey Rae "Like A Star"&lt;/strong&gt; (the song I wanna dance to when I get married)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well... I hope you guys feel closer to me... and if any of you out there in Wi-FI land wanna know more, feel free to email me your ?'s or just drop me a comment.. I'll always respond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-8638259365018714229?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8638259365018714229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=8638259365018714229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/8638259365018714229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/8638259365018714229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2009/01/20-reasons-why-im-that-bitch.html' title='20 reasons why I&apos;m that BITCH!'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-5396668878054497660</id><published>2009-01-13T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:26:23.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggested Listening.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SWz45cvEdtI/AAAAAAAAABY/uihRIVmQdCM/s1600-h/music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290877328103339730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SWz45cvEdtI/AAAAAAAAABY/uihRIVmQdCM/s320/music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So some of you may know that I was in a car accident Sunday nite &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it sucked. It hurt really bad but I'm not hurt.. just sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So all I can do is sit on my luscious, gorgeous, beautiful plump butt ( Im not fat.. but that backside is!) and download music. So I wanna share my playlist with you! And you guys should feel lucky... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. The Virgins- Rich Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Drake feat Andreena Mills- Closer ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm closer to my dreamssssss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Britney Spears- Toxic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Yelle- Je veux te voir (meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to see you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; in French)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Impossible- Kanyeezy, Keyshia C &amp;amp; Twista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. Trust- Keyshia C &amp;amp; Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7. None Shall Pass- Aesop Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. She Loves Everybody- Chester French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9. Let It Rock- Kevin Rudolph &amp;amp; Weezy Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10. Baddest Bitch- Nicki Minaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11. Turning Me On- Keri H &amp;amp; Weezy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12. Little Bit (remix!)- Lykke Li &amp;amp; Drake (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ugh.. this man gives me my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;13. 'Round Midnight- Thelonious (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The onliest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;14. Rope Burn- Ms Janet Jackson (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tie me up.. tie me down!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;15. Ego- Mizz Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So this is my suggestested listening for January 13th... Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-5396668878054497660?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5396668878054497660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=5396668878054497660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/5396668878054497660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/5396668878054497660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2009/01/suggested-listening.html' title='Suggested Listening.....'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SWz45cvEdtI/AAAAAAAAABY/uihRIVmQdCM/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-6364229823890950171</id><published>2009-01-12T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:11:38.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lola Luv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Degrassi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCTOBERSVERYOWN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trey Songz'/><title type='text'>Drake = Hotness!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SWwAJg4ZgyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/anEaUOafj8I/s1600-h/drake.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290603825698800418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SWwAJg4ZgyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/anEaUOafj8I/s320/drake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So many of you know that I was the BIGGEST fan of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Degrassi: The Next Generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; that came on Noggin/The N. I was home EVERY friday... tuned in.. and calling some of you guys (you know who you are) to discuss what happend. And you guys also know that my most favorite character was the dreamy &amp;amp;&amp;amp; gorgeous Jimmy Brooks aka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mr. Aubrey Graham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-BUT-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Did you guys know that he was a genuine "triple threat"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This man can:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Rap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not only can he do all those things but he can do a PLETHORA of other things. His stage name is Drake (which I believe is his middle name) and he came out with the song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Replacement Girl (feat Trey Songz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; a couple years ago and had a cameo in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wonder &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Woman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;video (that also launched Ms Fake Booty Angel Lola Luv).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This man... this man.. this man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not only is he such a great actor in my book... but his music takes me to a whole 'notha place. One minute, he's going hard and he's rapping... the next minute... I'm adding his slow, senusal music to my "Lets Get It Poppin vol 2" mix cds. This man has gotten me creatively open. He gives it to me hard and fast when I need it.. cuz trust me.. a girl loves a man that can say "shut up and take this".. and then he can flip it.. lay me down gently &amp;amp;&amp;amp; give it to me softer than Charmin Xtra Soft tissue. This man is nothing to play with! His future is so bright! And if he continues to do as well as he's doing so far... I will be a fan for a loooonnnngggg time coming. I will go to shows.. buy t-shirts.. hold up signs outside his concert.. ANYTHING! This man gives me what I need... so why shouldnt I do the same for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In my mind... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drake = Hotness&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check out his blog &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://octobersveryown.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://octobersveryown.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or his myspace &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thisisdrake"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.myspace.com/thisisdrake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guaran-damn-tee that you'll fall in love... I know I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-6364229823890950171?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/6364229823890950171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=6364229823890950171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/6364229823890950171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/6364229823890950171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2009/01/drake-hotness.html' title='Drake = Hotness!!!'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SWwAJg4ZgyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/anEaUOafj8I/s72-c/drake.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-6155207532180227217</id><published>2008-12-21T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:25:26.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse My French</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SU6XbE40IdI/AAAAAAAAABA/lC-BUALdi1g/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282325904376472018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SU6XbE40IdI/AAAAAAAAABA/lC-BUALdi1g/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So.. I never had plans to blog again this morning but I had to do so because of the straight, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;idiotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shit someone decided to do that affected me last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just to set this up... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in New Mex &amp;amp;&amp;amp; one of the 1st persons that I met is a guy that I'm going to refer to as Skater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I thought Skater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was gonna be a cool dude.. but he turned out to be an asshole x 10!!! So... I haven't heard from Skater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since Thanksgiving weekend... but he was determined to change that last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. At 3:26 a.m.... my phone begins to vibrate. I ignored it. At 3:27 a.m... it goes off again... and I answered, thinking that maybe it was someone from back home calling me about an emergency or my mom was in trouble.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Here's how the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: (groggy) Hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Skater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: (excited like its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; morning) Hey! Lets Chill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: (confused) Who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Skater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: (still excited) Greg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: Skater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Skater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Yea... let's chill!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: What the Hell? What time is it... are u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Skater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Yea.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cool... lets chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sleep.. wait... text me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now... most people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;woulda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just left the conversation there. But me, being slightly confused and not in my right mind at the time, I didn't process what he was saying. So I had him text me. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Skater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Lets chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: Lets chill? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Are u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Skater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Yup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: You done lost yo damn mind. Its 3 in the morning and you wanna "just chill"? Call me in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Call me in the daytime with that shit and on a more consistent basis. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not Booty Call hoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Skater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: (silence) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So fast forward to this morning.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pissed! I hate when people call me late at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; they're not somewhere dying in a ditch. And for the mere fact that you wanna call me on some Booty Call shit.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hellllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; no. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not that girl. So I wake up this morning &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I call him. Just wondering what he obviously had to be either smoking or drinking to make him call me on some &lt;strong&gt;DUMB SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;. Do you know that this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;muthafucka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had the nerve to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. Not come to the phone like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-and-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Hang up on me when he did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... you know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bout to go off! This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; acted like I wanted him... And I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; call on no ignorant shit. I just wanted to know where his head was last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... yea, I knew. But I believe in letting everyone defend themselves b4 I decide to get in their ass. But that was the last straw. He called me on some "Lets Chill/ Lets Fuck: type stuff.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; list you the reasons why that wasn't jumping off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Dayabee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is no hoe... I like my penis BUT not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; talks like he's been sniffing shit outta aerosol cans for years... has no brain cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;3. He's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;over compensator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Gotta be flashy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;becuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; he has "short-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;cummings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-and-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;4. His dick is the size of my middle finger and its thinner than a pencil... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know I had to peep the goods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So... enough with my ranting. I wanna just let this be known.... There is only &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; man in this world and boo... its not you. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have even made my time worth while if I got stupid and decided to "chill" with you. If I want penis... I got 4 triple A batteries and a toy to do so... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; need nor what your small stuff for anything! I can do me better than you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Excuse my french &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;vulgar-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know I'm usually not like this but this one had it coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-6155207532180227217?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/6155207532180227217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=6155207532180227217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/6155207532180227217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/6155207532180227217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2008/12/excuse-my-french.html' title='Excuse My French'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SU6XbE40IdI/AAAAAAAAABA/lC-BUALdi1g/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6359158281325027757.post-7112089422139144000</id><published>2008-12-20T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:11:27.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Nite Profound-ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SU3r2KfZ8NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/y64pxcqo89g/s1600-h/black+love.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282137253737001170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SU3r2KfZ8NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/y64pxcqo89g/s320/black+love.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Currently listening to: Aqualung "Strange &amp;amp; Beautiful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So being that this is my 1st post in my new blog... It fitting to tell you a smidget about myself... Names Daya.. I like music.. currently displaced in a strange land (new mex)... and truthfully, I thnk the rest will be explained throughout my blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Truthfully.. if it wasn't for my newfound friend encouraging to read his blog (djdurl.blogspot.com... ur welcome in advance), I probably wouldn't have started this anytime soon but a trend that he blogged about disturbed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;On his blog, he described something referred to as a "Pussy Rate". Wondering what this is, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Basically, its the belief that in order to get love in the vaginal way... you must have X, Y and Z and it makes your stock go up. Females... we really dont have to worry about that.. there will always be someone waiting to get up in our vag... esp. if its clean, smells like water (thank u Plies) and is tight. There will always be someone around to... ugh um... f*ck you. But it saddens me that the world has become so superficial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do guys really believe that you need money, cars and clothes just to please me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Some girls... you do. We call those chick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gold digging hoes&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But for me... I just need to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that bond. I need you to make love to my mind before you please me physically. Seduce me with your dreams and ideas... take me to bed with you thoughts... caress my body with the sounds of intelligent conversation... Make love to my mental &amp;amp;&amp;amp; maybe my guards will come down, if I like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I dont need the cutest guy in the world... Chris Brown is attractive... but I'd rather have a Don Cheadle looking guy if he can stimulate my mind. Sometimes.. I need that. Im a creative soul and I want to vibe on that level. Paint me a picture... write me a poem.. make me a song and &lt;strong&gt;Babyyyy...&lt;/strong&gt; I will melt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Take the guy I'm "with".... can't really define this relationship because so much has happend and so much is still left to be decided. We fuss.. we fight.. we sometimes mess with other people when we choose to be thru... but we are like magnets. Its physically but he also stimulates my mind. He's attractive but I didn't think so at 1st.. even tho everyone else did. It wasn't until he stimulated my mind until he got me open... and boy... did he get me open! He challenged me in ways I had never been challenged... for the 1st time in my life.. someone made love to my mind. And he's been doing it ever since.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But this is just my opinion... everyone will formulate their own... but I hope that I proved my point. Yes... it's human nature to look at the physical but You can be the fugliest mofo.. the fattest.. have the wrong clothes... but that doesn't matter to everyone. Some people get off on intelligent conversation.. and I happen to be one of those chicks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6359158281325027757-7112089422139144000?l=dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7112089422139144000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6359158281325027757&amp;postID=7112089422139144000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/7112089422139144000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6359158281325027757/posts/default/7112089422139144000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dayabeetellsit.blogspot.com/2008/12/late-nite-profound-ness.html' title='Late Nite Profound-ness'/><author><name>DayaBee*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01646185648408964498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/TAq7mNq4-BI/AAAAAAAAADg/ngT78zPKMqM/S220/Nati+Daya.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kWMxi2PhQA8/SU3r2KfZ8NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/y64pxcqo89g/s72-c/black+love.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
