<?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-3373035342548689698</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:17:48.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L Got that Aura</title><subtitle type='html'>you really need to dig the words coming out my fingertips</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-7931916156004739232</id><published>2010-07-25T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:04:31.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past week was everything I couldn't begin to correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None the less. Im thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have told me that things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the person I feel I am. I shouldn't have made the mistakes I made. Cause I knew better. That being said....maybe there's a reason to all this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I can figure it out I've been trying to piece back together the remnants of an older me. So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my best friend. love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-7931916156004739232?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7931916156004739232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=7931916156004739232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7931916156004739232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7931916156004739232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-past-week-was-everything-i-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-2025031199721128277</id><published>2009-07-05T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:38:01.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ponder-ro-sa</title><content type='html'>im beginning to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably as close as we'll ever get. Cause we rarely have moments like this and honestly...it's better for me. At least we'll have the same blanket of stars. We can always be best friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-2025031199721128277?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2025031199721128277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=2025031199721128277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/2025031199721128277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/2025031199721128277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/ponder-ro-sa.html' title='ponder-ro-sa'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-3685287705459788582</id><published>2009-07-02T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T01:59:46.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces</title><content type='html'>i forget that we're so fragile sometimes. i keep thinking today ill be as hard as a rock. I mean "What can happen?" that you haven't already gone through already. so we go through the motions. as always you're the boy. Im the girl. YOU meet me...cause god knows im shy as hell to meet you. of course there's "the where do you go when you've already been here before?" many times over...with different people. I try and go down a different path of getting to know someone each time. I've fed the ducks at the lake....biked around lake las vegas....walked the strip drunk....watched family guy on a laptop in the car.....listened to music under the stars.....had a slumber party by the pool...showed up at your garage where you park your car and wrote a letter telling you that though you've been gone the whole day and worked all night...I thought about you during these times of the day (breakfast, doing my hair, working) so you had something to smile about after a long day.....all to show that in the search of finding out about the real you...you'll find my genuine interest and my dedication to the effort...to show just cause you're not the first boy I liked...and you might not be the last....at least you know i put in so much of myself to make you feel special cause i feel special with you. Not because i run through the sweet nothings like its nothing.....but because i like those same sweet nothings..and this is part of me I hope you'll like too. I forget how incredibly delicate this process is cause at any given point ,we're moving like a jenga puzzle, you take a little off the foundation in hopes of reaching that higher plain with someone that eventually it all comes crashing down. Depending on their being enough to build back on or it totally obliterating itself. I find that...with you I try my best to break the mold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might make or break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hopefully at least you'll know i tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-3685287705459788582?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3685287705459788582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=3685287705459788582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/3685287705459788582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/3685287705459788582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/pieces.html' title='Pieces'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-4261680268415805841</id><published>2009-05-12T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T00:01:44.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond</title><content type='html'>beyond us beyond you and i&lt;br /&gt;is the progress weve made &lt;br /&gt;past problems weve solved &lt;br /&gt;and things we said and didnt have to say&lt;br /&gt;paragraphs of things we left out &lt;br /&gt;plus things we shouldve mentioned &lt;br /&gt;and many other things &lt;br /&gt;that we never could have made sentences for&lt;br /&gt;though youre not around &lt;br /&gt;i leave my heart clenched left &lt;br /&gt;for someone else's problem to deal with&lt;br /&gt;beyond you and i are alphabets of x's&lt;br /&gt;whose names were many times aforementioned &lt;br /&gt;drift away on memory's bliss &lt;br /&gt;to lead on to our relationship's extension &lt;br /&gt;through the time space continuum&lt;br /&gt;that is beyond you and i&lt;br /&gt;what could've have happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rests in me asking why... .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-4261680268415805841?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4261680268415805841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=4261680268415805841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/4261680268415805841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/4261680268415805841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/beyond.html' title='beyond'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-9130085495202379459</id><published>2009-05-12T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:37:15.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lets hear it</title><content type='html'>I couldnt have said it better no one can.Its almost too much to take in when you stop trying to take everything else in. How many bottoms of shot glasses, beer bottles, and pong cups before everything fades to black? How many times can our faces get sore from smiling so hard, our stomachs clench from laughing too much, and your eyes tear from a combination of the both? How many places in this city bring back memories? How many times do you climb in a car and realize that so much has transpired in a space that probably 4 by 7? Its the moment we take in and so far i can't believe Im keeping track of it all. Maybe im suffering from the loneliness of not having my friends around, or maybe its the closing date whatever the case may be I treasure it all. I know who I am....and who I become because of the people I surround myself with. Thankful. Blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might not be enough...to just say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-9130085495202379459?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9130085495202379459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=9130085495202379459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/9130085495202379459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/9130085495202379459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-hear-it.html' title='lets hear it'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-2928423997555679259</id><published>2009-04-13T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:59:45.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wish you could see what ive become today&lt;br /&gt;far reaching star &lt;br /&gt;reaching believing more in me&lt;br /&gt;taking jumps and leaps&lt;br /&gt;finding struggles beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and solutions the hard way&lt;br /&gt;recall the way you say &lt;br /&gt;that you couldnt see me pick myself up &lt;br /&gt;well &lt;br /&gt;i can say&lt;br /&gt;to you the same &lt;br /&gt;i remember when we sang a different tune &lt;br /&gt;told a different story &lt;br /&gt;remember when you would fight for me&lt;br /&gt;in all your glory &lt;br /&gt;find my heart steadily waiting in your hand &lt;br /&gt;my mistake &lt;br /&gt;you were just like every other pussy seeking man &lt;br /&gt;just the same as everyone else &lt;br /&gt;just the same as people who make girls hate themselves &lt;br /&gt;just the same &lt;br /&gt;the only difference &lt;br /&gt;is the approach to my to take away my innocense&lt;br /&gt;forgive me &lt;br /&gt;if you are irrelevant &lt;br /&gt;but now that i think of it you never really mattered to me&lt;br /&gt;...and i never really mattered to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never got what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither did i.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-2928423997555679259?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2928423997555679259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=2928423997555679259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/2928423997555679259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/2928423997555679259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-really-wish-you-could-see-what-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-7333016096245216586</id><published>2009-03-15T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:08:12.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause for Concern</title><content type='html'>I am unhappy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there...no need for denials....or excuses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-7333016096245216586?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7333016096245216586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=7333016096245216586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7333016096245216586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7333016096245216586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/cause-for-concern.html' title='Cause for Concern'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-5667477714754968845</id><published>2009-03-13T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:30:29.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GH6IdLbLO7w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GH6IdLbLO7w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;tell her something in my heart needs her more than clowns need the laughter of the crowd&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you really ready to fall back then? I know it doesn't matter now.....but not for anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought you were lying to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-5667477714754968845?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5667477714754968845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=5667477714754968845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5667477714754968845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5667477714754968845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/tell-her.html' title='Tell Her.'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-4306889502020872295</id><published>2009-02-12T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:37:35.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines day</title><content type='html'>maybe for a scond we can forget how we got into this mess on febuary 14th having roses thorwn over counters cholates smuched into mouths reservations at all the restaurants booked lines in theatres packed with couples jewelry flying of shelves and me and you sitting in the fury of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate formalities so here goes one and last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you be my valentine this year just to say so not to do so more like to say we have one and go around not feeling like a loner not having to declare that we were lonley but more like...well we do have each other i mean im not trying to be romantic i mean i might be but its all platonic ...unless its not but that is what i doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want you around.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-4306889502020872295?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4306889502020872295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-291217268565952544</id><published>2009-01-26T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:19:53.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in for the fall</title><content type='html'>Ive done the first few steps in starting my career.&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt....from the couple few event that have transpired, but I need to remember to not worry and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder to myself.....why he...they never really cared about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am used to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder to just not care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-291217268565952544?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-2543122773096151832</id><published>2009-01-25T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:13:22.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember the time...</title><content type='html'>Dear Miss Miano,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember in third grade, how you told me to stop draging my feet in the hallways and start looking up as I walked. I remember you putting rulers down my back, and telling me not to sulk. Do you remember that you once told me that you loved my smile, and that I could make friends instead of sitting in the class during lunch time. I do......I was just thinking about you today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause Ill hold my head as high as I can see. I trot to class. I smile every opportunity that I get, and I have more friends than I can put a name to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-2543122773096151832?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2543122773096151832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=2543122773096151832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/2543122773096151832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/2543122773096151832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-remember-time.html' title='Do you remember the time...'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-7758869952068739023</id><published>2009-01-11T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:31:05.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love....</title><content type='html'>so many people use your name in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who have faith in you sometimes go astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through all the ups and downs and joys and hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still will choose you first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new years resolution&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-7758869952068739023?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7758869952068739023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=7758869952068739023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7758869952068739023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7758869952068739023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='love....'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-7026788978828081305</id><published>2008-12-08T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T02:10:14.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessed</title><content type='html'>This semester has taught me a lot about the things I keep and I let go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing my major. I am going to persue something I am really good at. Hopefully I will figure it all out. I will take more risks. I will try not to worry so much. I will get hurt, and move on and learn from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never laughed so hard, stayed out so late, cried my eyes out, lost sleep, smiled til it hurt, and soaked in every moment of it until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the new years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being an adult in the life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so much i need to leave behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-7026788978828081305?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7026788978828081305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=7026788978828081305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7026788978828081305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7026788978828081305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/blessed.html' title='blessed'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-5134445744033865783</id><published>2008-12-02T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:11:44.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets think</title><content type='html'>maybe for a minute we could shake ourselves into thinking we're not in love any more. MAYBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're just as stupid as we want to be. Perhaps so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then if so why do we try to trick ourselves out of this state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we like it here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-5134445744033865783?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5134445744033865783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=5134445744033865783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5134445744033865783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5134445744033865783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-think.html' title='lets think'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-586435381106711877</id><published>2008-11-13T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:40:07.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pieces don't fit anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jG6TS2huZpI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jG6TS2huZpI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it...for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried my heart out last night&lt;br /&gt;and today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain will not go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will endure it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more relapses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to pick myself up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-586435381106711877?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/586435381106711877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=586435381106711877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/586435381106711877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/586435381106711877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/11/pieces-dont-fit-anymore.html' title='the pieces don&apos;t fit anymore'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-8274797219231120674</id><published>2008-11-02T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:31:51.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the level headed and understanding that take the hand of a poor person and shoots the skies with smiles ill miss you like the verse to a song that people only know the chorus to&lt;br /&gt;and ill fly by life by knowing your presence was fallible and clench my fists to hold my anger in cause i know that it takes forgiveness to be able to love you&lt;br /&gt;cause here your lies hold no tangible in respect to the fact you hold me in no priority or value&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could embrace the past cause that was you that i saw in my eyes that was once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than anything i want to feel anything other than what i feel right now&lt;br /&gt;given that I could erase my emotions and paint a pale blue sky and whisper to the clouds&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;his eyes can lie to my face and place stabs that penetrate deep into the subconscious and if love has its alibis he can commit double homocide&lt;br /&gt;within his murmurs&lt;br /&gt;till he can bleed me dry of what im worth  to cover up the evidence in his words&lt;br /&gt;poetic bullshitter of my world performs his sonnets while kickin my soul into the dirt&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be so far into the ground that i want to hear the politics of worms shifting through dreams while shitting their thoughts out their ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it won't hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe ill learn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-8274797219231120674?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8274797219231120674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=8274797219231120674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/8274797219231120674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/8274797219231120674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-level-headed-and-understanding-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-1421960455274766467</id><published>2008-10-15T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:53:16.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Talk</title><content type='html'>Its maybe just the weather, or maybe I am thinking too much. Things I felt I could let go become huge obstacles to get over. I thought I was so strong. Now I feel helpless, and angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I've been blessed with the presence of my friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;Just these days I think about how much people have changed. Maybe it's my turn to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done so many many many times. Yet to square one I come falling back. I can't unlearn the things I am so used to. I can't say "oh I just don't care". I do and at times I feel like kicking myself for doing so. For caring...for giving...for loving....for letting myself do those things so easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am giving myself up for the hopes that someone will give something back to me. I deserve more than what I've been dealt, and with tears I can admit that to myself. That I admit that I accept that I am treated less than a human being when I offer my heart. Even more so......I've accepted that treatment, and swallowed it. Now it's left me scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not loving...not needing...not wanting....anything...or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel liberated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really numb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-1421960455274766467?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1421960455274766467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=1421960455274766467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/1421960455274766467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/1421960455274766467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/10/real-talk.html' title='Real Talk'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-1134055468669483646</id><published>2008-10-09T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:48:24.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFjbLPedE-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFjbLPedE-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;even just for a day&lt;br /&gt;I'd roll out of bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and throw on what I wanted and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink beer with the guys&lt;br /&gt;and chase after girls&lt;br /&gt;I'd kick it with who I wanted&lt;br /&gt;and I'd never get confronted for it &lt;br /&gt;cause they stick up to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd &lt;strong&gt;listen&lt;/strong&gt; to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know &lt;em&gt;how it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause he's taking you for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would turn off my phone&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone it's broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they'd think that I was sleeping alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d put myself first&lt;br /&gt;and make the rules as I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I know that she’ll be faithful,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for me to come home, to come home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a boy&lt;br /&gt;I think I could understand&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd be a better man&lt;br /&gt;I'd listen to her&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;When you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;Cause he's taking you for granted&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little too late for you to come back&lt;br /&gt;Say it's just a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;think i'd forgive you like that&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;you thought wrooong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a boy&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand&lt;br /&gt;and you don't understand, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;How it feels to love a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someday you wish you were a better man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't listen to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't care how it hurts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose the one you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you're taking her for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything you had got destroyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend.....im working on it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-1134055468669483646?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1134055468669483646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=1134055468669483646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/1134055468669483646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/1134055468669483646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-i-were-boy.html' title='If I were a boy'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-5302088923332167258</id><published>2008-10-07T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:29:08.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesnt matter if you can sing</title><content type='html'>what matters is how loud you can sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hoLxuyV9qz8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hoLxuyV9qz8&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will never cease to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-5302088923332167258?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5302088923332167258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=5302088923332167258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5302088923332167258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5302088923332167258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-doesnt-matter-if-you-can-sing.html' title='it doesnt matter if you can sing'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-3149946540682057837</id><published>2008-10-07T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:34:18.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we can only run so far</title><content type='html'>running &lt;br /&gt;faster than &lt;br /&gt;tears can &lt;br /&gt;faster than&lt;br /&gt;fall&lt;br /&gt;faster than&lt;br /&gt;heavy hearts can lift heavy lids to see sleep in the distance&lt;br /&gt;to never reach its destination &lt;br /&gt;till its your eyes that are filled with images of why it should hurt&lt;br /&gt;but it does more than enough to make you forget that its not worth&lt;br /&gt;the emotion&lt;br /&gt;but still it tears and so you pant away your regrets into a pillow case thats become your bestfriend till you see her&lt;br /&gt;lying face down in her bathroom &lt;br /&gt;trying to hear the sound of hope&lt;br /&gt;dwindling in the next window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope in the next window&lt;br /&gt;open the next window &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the door shut so you can leave this bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-3149946540682057837?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3149946540682057837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-3730282218878409826</id><published>2008-09-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T23:55:03.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low</title><content type='html'>he wants to have sex with me&lt;br /&gt;breathly strokingly petting fingering poking me&lt;br /&gt;slowly physically imploring me boring me&lt;br /&gt;with his talk of good sex big penis and&lt;br /&gt;moan stories&lt;br /&gt;sorry i don't mean to demean your "manly glory"&lt;br /&gt;last time i got wet was when i stepped in the shower&lt;br /&gt;HOMMIE&lt;br /&gt;and only thing that feened and pleaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was the shampoo bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rinse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and repeat as needed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-3730282218878409826?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3730282218878409826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=3730282218878409826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/3730282218878409826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/3730282218878409826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/low.html' title='Low'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-3393163889431068181</id><published>2008-09-05T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:57:30.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game I can't win</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mindpetals.com/wp-content/images/chess_blackandwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://mindpetals.com/wp-content/images/chess_blackandwhite.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're timing each other &lt;br /&gt;moving&lt;br /&gt;smacking backs of clocks &lt;br /&gt;matching each other's movements&lt;br /&gt;thinking up strategies to check the opponent&lt;br /&gt;mind games meticuliously implemented&lt;br /&gt;so that moves must be carefully planned&lt;br /&gt;till the players are guided by caluculating hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chose to build walls in defense of what's most precious to me&lt;br /&gt;and in this romantic game of love your Knights prance L's &lt;br /&gt;till loser across the board is all I see&lt;br /&gt;nervous, I planned to make a come back with my pawns&lt;br /&gt;to seduce you to thinking to move where i want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all higher beings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see right through my fronts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you take your casualties &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as your rooks steal across &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fend for myself in a checkered box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no mercy in war and love"&lt;br /&gt;and in this kingdowm of black and white&lt;br /&gt;no grey arose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White castles&lt;br /&gt;you stole&lt;br /&gt;in a haste &lt;br /&gt;black bishops&lt;br /&gt;knelt&lt;br /&gt;and prayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in my king's square dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him am I your pawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or your queen?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't play this game you make"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-3393163889431068181?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3393163889431068181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=3393163889431068181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/3393163889431068181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/3393163889431068181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/game-i-cant-win.html' title='Game I can&apos;t win'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-2314981061673825796</id><published>2008-08-31T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:33:18.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop before I say something stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_5lGMDIbd4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K_5lGMDIbd4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-2314981061673825796?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2314981061673825796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=2314981061673825796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/2314981061673825796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/2314981061673825796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/stop-before-i-say-something-stupid.html' title='stop before I say something stupid'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-559132560154511356</id><published>2008-08-17T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:31:37.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unread.</title><content type='html'>Dear Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dances behind the eyes of memory.In the moment of quiet solitude could we think the strings that once bound words of lovers become thin threads of what once was a deeper connection. The joined hearts of two, the separation, the journey to move on, and the strength to embrace what was once lost.  So here in this backseat, here in these headphones, staring out through blank eyes are you....who once looked at me....with adoring eyes....here you are saved so dearly in the back of my head along with the memories that are as carefully selected as a file in a filing cabinet. So slowly it creeps...a smile across my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to smile at what we once had. Smile at what I have. As it fades a fond memory to look back upon, and a friendship to hold on tightly to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this letter and many letters are never sent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-559132560154511356?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/559132560154511356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=559132560154511356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/559132560154511356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/559132560154511356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/unread.html' title='Unread.'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-4024285150777762931</id><published>2008-08-15T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T03:13:12.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more than anyone</title><content type='html'>just as much as anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New school year, and a new outlook on life. Let go.....of all the things that held me back before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just be ready for something of grand proportions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-4024285150777762931?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4024285150777762931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=4024285150777762931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/4024285150777762931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/4024285150777762931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-than-anyone.html' title='more than anyone'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-5096677953912328775</id><published>2008-07-06T01:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:39:58.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Wonder</title><content type='html'>I can't think right now. Too many things have happened since the last time we talked. All I know is I really hope things will work out for the both of us. I just want to see you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep but can't. I am suffering from some sort of anxiety that kills me.&lt;br /&gt;I just keep replaying this one thought. I am sure no one will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate this lonely business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sleeping over the significant other's house&lt;br /&gt;I like finding my niche.&lt;br /&gt;I like breathing in his skin.&lt;br /&gt;I like putting my lips on his skin...no kissing just feeling the warmth on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate sleeping with my lupmy pillow.&lt;br /&gt;I hate looking for the "cool spot"&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when my sister snores&lt;br /&gt;I hate how chapped my lips get when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remember what a wise person once said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you could become each other's biggest mistake, but we take the risk anyway...all we really want to see are the benefits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is...as humans we're gonna see what we want to see....and hear what we want to hear too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end transmission&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-5096677953912328775?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5096677953912328775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=5096677953912328775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5096677953912328775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5096677953912328775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-wonder.html' title='No Wonder'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-3186777823110308077</id><published>2008-07-06T01:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:19:29.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Ain't Artsier Than Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LCHV2I_Xog0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LCHV2I_Xog0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-3186777823110308077?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3186777823110308077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=3186777823110308077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/3186777823110308077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/3186777823110308077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-aint-artsier-than-me.html' title='You Ain&apos;t Artsier Than Me'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-7692449390171161486</id><published>2008-07-02T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T11:21:18.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whaaattt</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6NlYBBUniNY&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6NlYBBUniNY&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got reminded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the funky did this CD go??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-7692449390171161486?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7692449390171161486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=7692449390171161486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7692449390171161486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7692449390171161486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/07/whaaattt.html' title='whaaattt'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-1901990634965493230</id><published>2008-06-30T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T01:08:35.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to sleep on the UK</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-mX4gGfCIc&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-mX4gGfCIc&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is they're doing. They got so much soul over there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-1901990634965493230?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1901990634965493230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=1901990634965493230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/1901990634965493230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/1901990634965493230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-want-to-sleep-on-uk.html' title='I don&apos;t want to sleep on the UK'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-5787841405570081520</id><published>2008-06-26T02:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:02:34.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I try to hold on to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qro3Q0hx1T0&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qro3Q0hx1T0&amp;hl=en&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love J.Rawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been super busy lately. Firework stand. Work. The ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin. Its truly over whelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met someone. It's not a ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I met someone...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more like I knew someone...but now I KNOW him. The conversation was just so real. &lt;br /&gt;I am enlightened like never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was full of knowledge. Crazy cool. Confident. Real smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was...more of a....this cat had his life in order.&lt;br /&gt;It's attractive.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he got a job&lt;br /&gt;drove a car&lt;br /&gt;independent of himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was smart...and he blew me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him in a whole different light. I wondered why I never talked to him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not jumping into things. Talking to other guys really isn't my steez right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-5787841405570081520?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5787841405570081520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=5787841405570081520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5787841405570081520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5787841405570081520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-try-to-hold-on-to-you.html' title='I try to hold on to you'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-4944734170815783888</id><published>2008-06-26T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T02:25:49.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me a story</title><content type='html'>I promise I'll leave the past where it belongs in exchange for an understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect. I did not say I would try to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt beyond what eyes and ears comprehend when you're around me. Believe me I bleed. I just keep to myself and I will smile for the better of whatever it is I am involved with. Do not mistake my going out for craving attention or become that "party girl"...I just can't be at home...I am restless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationship wise...right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is Biblical...not Godly but deeply rooted in faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important enough to tell the greatest stories man has ever heard...about deceit trust, belief, cheating, dying and coming back to life, forgiveness, spite, punishment ect. It had to be translated into thousands of different Languages and spread across the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to chill with my bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re-gain my faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-4944734170815783888?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4944734170815783888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=4944734170815783888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/4944734170815783888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/4944734170815783888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/tell-me-story.html' title='tell me a story'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-5450632895816371022</id><published>2008-06-24T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:18:28.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Please Everyone</title><content type='html'>I officially did it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of all days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Horror..The horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to throw off so many people in the SPAN OF ONE WEEKEND.&lt;br /&gt;THE CHERRY ON THE FUCKIN TOP ON THE STUPID ASS ICE CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so much love on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I feel neglected." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I FIX THAT WHAT DO I DO ABOUT THAT. YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND. &lt;br /&gt;I AM SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVE BEEN DOING IT AGAIN...NEGLECTING PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;IM SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;I WANTED TO EXPAND MY CIRCLE OF FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENS? I MOVE AWAY FROM THOSE WHO MATTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck everything I was doing before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill do good on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuccccckkk maaaaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when things seems ok that they're not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you, Laura, do you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hurts. More than anything this breaks me. I am always one to not be fazed when shit doesn't work out. This...this really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who matter don't care and those who care don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my FAKE CATS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Running up on me like you miss me, you catchin the wrong vibe...............I say my piece and then I hush."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Big Boi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't play the field.&lt;br /&gt;I just watch the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boom cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-5450632895816371022?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5450632895816371022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=5450632895816371022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5450632895816371022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5450632895816371022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-cant-please-everyone.html' title='You Can&apos;t Please Everyone'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-1074185686134116985</id><published>2008-06-23T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T03:57:54.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite Your TONGUE</title><content type='html'>I just got into a fight with my brother/best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I am not sugar coating anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to keep protecting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-1074185686134116985?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1074185686134116985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=1074185686134116985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/1074185686134116985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/1074185686134116985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/bite-your-tongue.html' title='Bite Your TONGUE'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-7263278628992183941</id><published>2008-06-22T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:35:12.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am at peace</title><content type='html'>Depsite the fact there was a typhoon in the Phillipines&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is garduating and I won't be there for her&lt;br /&gt;My other cousin has finally set up his clothing line&lt;br /&gt;my grandma is sick, and I miss her with everything I got&lt;br /&gt;my sister just broke up with her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten distant from my parents&lt;br /&gt;We're in a state of debt and the only people bringing in income&lt;br /&gt;is my mom and me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. They're going on to bigger and better things.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen 3 bums on the same corner.&lt;br /&gt;One of them had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at peace.....I just have to keep reminding myself that I can't change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to do my part to help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-7263278628992183941?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7263278628992183941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=7263278628992183941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7263278628992183941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7263278628992183941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-at-peace.html' title='I am at peace'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-9173266523325940287</id><published>2008-06-20T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:40:47.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>I am still a little kid when it comes to some things.&lt;br /&gt;I swear to G I used to think keeping my shoes tied was going to be my biggest problem as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;What is it going to take to show you I stay laced up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have problems talking to the opposite sex. Freezing up, getting too shy, and coming off like I don't give a fuck. Most people say I gotta treat em like I don't like them. Be their friend. Cause I know I do more for my friends than for a dude I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feel me on this....there's only one person who puts me in the "I WILL DO WHATEVER. WHENEVER. HOW EVER" kind of mind set. No matter how many guys I get to talking to, dating, and chillen. There's only one I really want to build with. Only one I want to be near. It's the same person I feel like I have to let go in order to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is killing me how much he stays on my mind. I'll be driving over to his house in the NORTH to come in for FIVE minutes to say HI, make up some dumb ass excuse as to why I am there, and dip because I feel like I'LL EXPLODE if I stay. I will run back each and every time, and put $4.21 per gallon worth of gas to see him for only 5 minutes before I decide I need to run far away. This is how I close one door, just to have one foot in the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the certain aspects of what used to be our relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when you walk away pissed it would make me want to hold you tighter&lt;br /&gt;-how stupid our jokes would be. &lt;br /&gt;-the politicking we get into when it comes to the EAST COAST and THE WEST COAST&lt;br /&gt;-You trying to teach me to go hyphy&lt;br /&gt;-when it rains you'll stand over me&lt;br /&gt;-when you're sick we'll just cuddle till you feel better&lt;br /&gt;-you always find my hand to hold. always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lame and weenie like as it sounds. I miss all that...and trying to establish anything with anyone else is hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the effort in trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put yourself out there fully ready to get blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything. You wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait. There is nothing worse than waiting in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him to get his life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting out the worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to get left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go on in this existence waiting. Just maybe, I don't want to wait for anything stated above to happen anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I am not going Lesbian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-9173266523325940287?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9173266523325940287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=9173266523325940287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/9173266523325940287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/9173266523325940287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-52142321313936973</id><published>2008-06-19T02:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T02:48:58.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>hmm california.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-52142321313936973?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/52142321313936973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=52142321313936973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/52142321313936973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/52142321313936973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-9028882200305711703</id><published>2008-06-18T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:24:09.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Keep Hearing Things</title><content type='html'>IN MY ROOM......like whispering.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever is reading this COME VISIT ME AT WORK TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW PEOPLE ARE READING THIS BUT DON'T COMMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. What's really good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupcaking at Brittany's !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no really&lt;33333333 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FABULOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but Stars &lt;br /&gt;the Company&lt;3 8D&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;333 LAURYN HILL UNPLUGGED&lt;br /&gt;warm weather&lt;br /&gt;lights eminating from the strip&lt;br /&gt;and a pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get over this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't have no more of this passin me by"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-9028882200305711703?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9028882200305711703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=9028882200305711703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/9028882200305711703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/9028882200305711703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-keep-hearing-things.html' title='I Keep Hearing Things'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-4456134903117337915</id><published>2008-06-17T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:38:35.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Set Yourself Up To Fall In Love</title><content type='html'>Talked to the homies. They understand the concept of getting out of vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been through too many fake people.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Situations.&lt;br /&gt;Liars.&lt;br /&gt;Bad Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;fucked Up Dudes&lt;br /&gt;laggin on the Education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard it all. Well Laura, that's LIFE. It's not easy and things don't work out.&lt;br /&gt;The besties understand. It won't be long till everyone has left this City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my friends and family.I can't dig this place. Everything here was meant to be a fantasy for anyone who came to visit. If you live here it's all one big STAGE. Anywhere you wanna act, you can drive to. Wanna hear a Taxi in NY...NYNY is where it's at. Wanna eat a croissant in Paris? Grab a crepe while you're at it. Explore the (suicide) pyrimids? Luxor. Feel free to feel up on Lancelot at Excalibur..I mean what the feez. I am not at home. I honsetly tried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What needs to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Having some home grown GOOD DJ's to mix. DJ's who rep Vegas...who are really up on shit..DJ's who don't claim LA, the Bay, or some other CITY, DJ's who let their skills speak for themselves....Dj's who don't HYPE themselves up.&lt;br /&gt;2. Giving the 18 &amp; over crowd some venues that aren't the size of Mc Donalds, and aren't ware houses. Though Warehouse parties are dope. They get broken up way too easily.&lt;br /&gt;3. Offering more than REC centers and High School auditoriums to show case YOUNG TALENT.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put Basements in houses. Basement=Basement Party=No DTP=No cops breaking shit up at 12 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;5. We need some sky scrapers.&lt;br /&gt;6. we need more chivalry.&lt;br /&gt;7. we need less skanks killin it for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;8. We need more good guys aka (Chris, Nick, Nerry..ect)&lt;br /&gt;9. A better public transportation system&lt;br /&gt;10. CHEAPER GAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY Don't Love YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-4456134903117337915?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4456134903117337915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=4456134903117337915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/4456134903117337915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/4456134903117337915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-set-yourself-up-to-fall-in-love.html' title='Don&apos;t Set Yourself Up To Fall In Love'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-5213075881300463857</id><published>2008-06-16T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:49:46.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obliteration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff206/ihatehellokitty123/art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i240.photobucket.com/albums/ff206/ihatehellokitty123/art.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Mike....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me miss him terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sucker for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I gave her a beautiful bouquet of,&lt;br /&gt;poetry.&lt;br /&gt;and she managed to take each word&lt;br /&gt;and carefully,&lt;br /&gt;meticulously,&lt;br /&gt;throw every word back down my throat&lt;br /&gt;until i was convicted &lt;br /&gt;of putting words in my own mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i painted her name amongst the stars&lt;br /&gt;in the most beautiful calligraphy.&lt;br /&gt;held her hand when she fell,&lt;br /&gt;and let her go when I stumbled.&lt;br /&gt;and carefully,&lt;br /&gt;slowly,&lt;br /&gt;she ignored my enigmatic portrait,&lt;br /&gt;and kept her hands too busy for me,&lt;br /&gt;free of tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read psalms to her palms,&lt;br /&gt;breathing in every smile she evoked&lt;br /&gt;singing her heart into a love blessed slumber&lt;br /&gt;and carefully, &lt;br /&gt;anxiously,&lt;br /&gt;she sang along with her headphones&lt;br /&gt;while i read to her,&lt;br /&gt;and read 'i love you' notes from other brothers,&lt;br /&gt;to ignore my melodic singing,&lt;br /&gt;pretending to sleep, until i left her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i've left.&lt;br /&gt;i've packed my bags&lt;br /&gt;well…bag,&lt;br /&gt;and headed down an unfamiliar road&lt;br /&gt;that hasn't greeted me so openly&lt;br /&gt;for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hurt, betrayed, lost…&lt;br /&gt;yet excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still love her"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his words =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to love his poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that everyday was a challenge to avoid the pictures, blogs, and myspaces I was so used to treading on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ok. Been getting on with things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving at my own pace. Which feels good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up. Planning on the big move. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn66/jamsta_da_gansta/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn66/jamsta_da_gansta/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen them since I got a car and freedom to roam around at all hours of the night. I miss them super much. I never realized how relationships really pull people. I never realized that I must have missed out on so many things being with him. You know you miss your best friends when the only way to see them is to agree on a double date. LOL no thanks next time =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brit's come to be the closest thing to a girl friend since ERICA and BLYTHE.&lt;br /&gt;Girls who don't judge me. Just are there, not to be seen. Just to be foundation when you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad she's there to hear me out. I want to be there for her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Summer has been the best one so far.&lt;br /&gt;I only have my friends to thank for that one. North Town is my second home. Though very far..well worth the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas prices are kicking my ass though. I am not up there as much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully I will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333 much love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-5213075881300463857?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5213075881300463857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=5213075881300463857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5213075881300463857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5213075881300463857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/obliteration.html' title='Obliteration'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-7248647681343737291</id><published>2008-06-12T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:55:02.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFI8VCjk4uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QG4S5UVge0g/s1600-h/laladi+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFI8VCjk4uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QG4S5UVge0g/s320/laladi+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211294050982093538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-7248647681343737291?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7248647681343737291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=7248647681343737291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7248647681343737291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7248647681343737291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/mia.html' title='MIA.'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFI8VCjk4uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QG4S5UVge0g/s72-c/laladi+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-4838555767356139023</id><published>2008-06-12T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:17:15.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i spit game cause baby i can't talk it.</title><content type='html'>word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a conversation...weak game that was...cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I say slow........&lt;br /&gt;-I would Respect that&lt;br /&gt;So when I say relationships get ill&lt;br /&gt;-I say The Roots? *(smiles)&lt;br /&gt;ooo Brownie Points&lt;br /&gt;-you're counting?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;-numbers.....can be complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno I like lots of numbers on my paycheck&lt;br /&gt;-I only like 7.&lt;br /&gt;That's an....ok number. Just not on a paycheck&lt;br /&gt;-No I like 7 different numbers preferably ones that connect me to you.&lt;br /&gt;Ewww you lost like 28 brownie points just now.&lt;br /&gt;-Do I still have 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo ya think you're sllliiiccckkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. Bad morning. woke up sick, and lonely. I miss having someone to come through and take care of me, and cuddle while I slept. That's the sucky thing about being in relationships for so long. You get used to the simple comforts of another person's company. Then the day comes when you gotta convince yourself you don't need anyone to be happy. Those lonely stretches do get at you sometimes. Eh.. I got pillows. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to see BLU. I also really want to see Nerry.&lt;br /&gt;Nerry Wins by a landslide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see him another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://schememag.com/wp-content/uploads/blu-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://schememag.com/wp-content/uploads/blu-21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It weird cause before he got all big and shit...with about 400 something plays to his name I would be messaging dude to come and perform in Vegas. No one knew who the fuck he was. I was straight up giddy about it. His manager would be like "yeah find us a venue we don't care we'll come through". Even before NOCANDO said that his album was under-rated...I was on top of all that. Forgive the fan-girl status but He got me on the first hook. KERBLOAW! He was here for MAGIC....and he's coming again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how insanely close I am to being 21. If anything...its the shows I wish to go to...fuck the clubs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on him. Weak ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiggghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BABE CAN WE JUST CUDDLE!!!!!!!!!"-Aika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that&lt;br /&gt;I miss NT&lt;br /&gt;I miss California.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of missing shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am exclusive to someone. I think. Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/re-edit/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-4838555767356139023?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4838555767356139023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=4838555767356139023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/4838555767356139023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/4838555767356139023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-spit-game-cause-baby-i-cant-talk-it.html' title='i spit game cause baby i can&apos;t talk it.'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-6703209490525166497</id><published>2008-06-11T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:49:55.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choux</title><content type='html'>I paid off my ticket. This stress has been lifted off my shoulders. I edited-re-edited-andmessed around with the coding for my layout...buuutt in the end. This site hates what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up with the Jones's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA funny.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting factoid today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got kicked out of my store today cause I wore PRO-KEDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no joke they told me as a sales rep...that I couldn't wear these shoes. I got walked out and that was it. The store is completely SHOE-RACIST. I don't know. I should probably have brought my vans/converses/flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the fuck. I spent my day in MUNICIPAL COURT. Fun stuff with the Mommadukes. Got to talking about direction, and well California it is! I'll be up and out of here as soon as I finish my classes. Maybe it will help to leave this place behind. Honestly am tired. This place wears me out. Everyday trying to figure out what is out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides A Good Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know....someone is trippin off of E, getting high in the backyard, swimming naked in the pool, and fucking in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's to say I am not 21. I've done pretty much everything a 21 year old has. Probably done more things as a 20 year old than a 24 yr old. Maybe excluding other things. I don't do sexcapades. First time I heard about those I nearly tripped off myself. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear G,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"word. Thanks for reminding me why I am celibate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best conversation I have had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubs. Drinks. Drugs. Guys. Hangovers. Sleepless Nights. Energy Drinks. Sweat. Music. Dancing. Dizzy. VIP. Down for WHATEVEr. Sushi....&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to do nights like this last summer. Now I just wanna tone down. Do some dope things. Gain some knowledge. Go to new places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of things to do before I leave Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tell everyone how I feel&lt;br /&gt;-learn to break (all over again)&lt;br /&gt;-walk Fremont at night&lt;br /&gt;-go Cliff Diving&lt;br /&gt;-attend my friend's wedding&lt;br /&gt;-make more girl friends&lt;br /&gt;-go to a outdoor theatre&lt;br /&gt;-All day at a park&lt;br /&gt;-Visit an art Museum (on any other day but FIRST FRIDAY)&lt;br /&gt;-Go to a Poetry Slam&lt;br /&gt;-Attend an Open Mic&lt;br /&gt;-Go to an Electro Dance Party&lt;br /&gt;-Meet more people&lt;br /&gt;-get a better job&lt;br /&gt;-go on a date with the best friend (mark) &lt;br /&gt;-Throw Hieu a going away party&lt;br /&gt;-buy me those supras.&lt;br /&gt;-listen to more music&lt;br /&gt;-Watch the Sunrise on the Strip.&lt;br /&gt;-learn to skateboard&lt;br /&gt;-go to the gym&lt;br /&gt;-finish pre med&lt;br /&gt;-hold on to my friends&lt;br /&gt;-quit flaking&lt;br /&gt;-I don't have to find the right guy&lt;br /&gt;I just want to proove &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to dating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not all guys are the same"****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more will be added to the list. Hopefully more things will be taken off it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from all the crazyness of this week I can't wait till the weekend.....&lt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- ??????&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- Brit's DD, Nerry's n Chris's Bday&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- RA,  Chris is DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw&lt;br /&gt;"I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-6703209490525166497?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6703209490525166497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=6703209490525166497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/6703209490525166497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/6703209490525166497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/choux.html' title='Choux'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-3050485408613084950</id><published>2008-06-08T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:45:17.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GSxToh0a4ns&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GSxToh0a4ns&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till Sunday Morning =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-3050485408613084950?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3050485408613084950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=3050485408613084950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/3050485408613084950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/3050485408613084950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-sick.html' title='Love Sick'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-2240794884926339236</id><published>2008-06-05T12:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:39:29.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What They Say...</title><content type='html'>"Things happen for a reason."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my time. What's the reason for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder the word "try". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I talked to Mike today. We barely hit each other up now a days. It's good to hear his voice. I miss him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all other things I gotta pick up and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I need to put up some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-2240794884926339236?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2240794884926339236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=2240794884926339236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/2240794884926339236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/2240794884926339236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-what-they-say.html' title='You Know What They Say...'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-163508524913653882</id><published>2008-06-03T00:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:07:30.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tk22RDq0bqw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tk22RDq0bqw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Summer.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I leave...should I stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling like whatever choice I make might just screw me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Tim is reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO HAVE INTELLECTUAL THOUGHTS.....and I like to curse..it is fun and adds emphasis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you know what love is....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-163508524913653882?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/163508524913653882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=163508524913653882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/163508524913653882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/163508524913653882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-all-bullshit.html' title='It&apos;s All Bullshit'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-9221825718884928327</id><published>2008-06-03T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:17:51.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmhhmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x90QVXMg5dQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x90QVXMg5dQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZhzZ4nC1IE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YZhzZ4nC1IE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping the records is the thing for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway gunna go look for the rest of my day. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-9221825718884928327?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9221825718884928327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=9221825718884928327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/9221825718884928327'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-9042809745783470759?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9042809745783470759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=9042809745783470759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/9042809745783470759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/9042809745783470759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/lets-not-jump-to-conclusions.html' title='Let&apos;s Not Jump To Conclusions'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-8295479457948218702</id><published>2008-06-01T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:53:12.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>but I can't wait till Sunday Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3m8WCC8YQMI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3m8WCC8YQMI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-8295479457948218702?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8295479457948218702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=8295479457948218702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/8295479457948218702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/8295479457948218702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/everyday-is-saturday-night.html' title='Everyday is Saturday Night'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-742292728048345731</id><published>2008-05-31T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T20:07:20.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>North Town</title><content type='html'>I've been going there all fuckin week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a vent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the educated mindful dudes. You know the ones who got their heads on, but their dicks erect. You know the "I know what I am doing, but truthfully I want it to be you". REAL SLICK when it comes to dating. Every girl knows the type. The one who puts on more mind games than cranium on DS. You know those. There is one in your circle of friends. Do the whole 6 degrees on separation if you have to. There is that one who is just looking out for his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met quite a few, and I know I know a whole lot of them personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys have gotten privy to the game. Let's face it, females were these complex creatures who were taught to put up all these walls. You know the "Date Like a DUDE, so you don't get PLAYED like a BITCH." type girls. ATTENTION LADIES....time to build more walls that extend the length of CHINA. Why? Guys have learned to accept NO, and move onto OK let's take it slow. Ladies? This used to be a good thing to hear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game has gotten shallow. Guys are now feeling like they can introduce girls to their families, they are being more patient when it comes to sex, they are more attentive, and they know what we want to hear. Guess what? They've learned how to be exclusive without feeling it. They know how to make you feel like their world, and they're perfectly aware of the rest of the universe. Make shit short and sweet. They are sinking to new lows to get in your pants. The lows that women hold so high. They know how to play "in love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just for us, but for all the GOOD GUYS who do give a damn about women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #45646321368&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;I am not talking about sex. RESPECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes out to the women. I know it hurt. You'll be ok. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-742292728048345731?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/742292728048345731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=742292728048345731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/742292728048345731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/742292728048345731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/north-town.html' title='North Town'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-4618948623978785386</id><published>2008-05-29T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:58:07.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo and BEHOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://formatmag.com"&gt;&lt;a href="http://formatmag.com"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://formatmag.com/wp-content/themes/formatred/images/format-logo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this site, and I fuckin miss NY. I can't wait to dip outta here. Can't wait for LA, and I can't wait to get my tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a775.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/16/l_fd8f01acb981c7a89fe574cf1fbba156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://a775.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/16/l_fd8f01acb981c7a89fe574cf1fbba156.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was looking up music in NY. Checkin the scene I stumbled upon Children of The Night. They're based in NY...although there is a shit load of Children of The Night's...this one kinda stuck. They reminded me of my homeboys in NY.The song CONTACT HIGH. Ha I miss them. I don't miss hotboxin in the car but I do miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've had "spaz" by NERD on replay all day. The Let Go ft Louis Logic did a song called Party Crashers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fuckin miss you JOE. pay your bills and let's kick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super hyped for the weekend. Cause I get to kick it with the AnF staff crew and pick up my hundreds hat once n for all. Rock the living shit outta it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is real good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-4618948623978785386?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4618948623978785386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=4618948623978785386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/4618948623978785386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/4618948623978785386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/lo-and-behold.html' title='Lo and BEHOLD'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-7417224804131073607</id><published>2008-05-29T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:35:01.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>I wanna be really good friends with everyone I meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I can do without boyfriends right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have their own things they gotta handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-7417224804131073607?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7417224804131073607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=7417224804131073607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7417224804131073607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7417224804131073607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmm_29.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-609671974072175473</id><published>2008-05-14T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:19:02.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIGHT</title><content type='html'>b4 i forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://a784.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/63/l_6c557722eaccb2d0bc946dc8d321309f.jpg width="300" height="225"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://a157.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/42/l_67fe2011a9f5c4eaec8f81c7a68757e4.jpg width="300" height="225"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister stole your phone =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-609671974072175473?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/609671974072175473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=609671974072175473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/609671974072175473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/609671974072175473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/right.html' title='RIGHT'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-6835840873708598216</id><published>2008-05-11T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:38:21.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Macau?</title><content type='html'>I didn't say it last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only say that to a rare selection of people. Seeing all that you would do for me. Honesty, trustworthy, and all around friendship. I do love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop apologizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahbioloblah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-6835840873708598216?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6835840873708598216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=6835840873708598216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/6835840873708598216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/6835840873708598216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-macau.html' title='What&apos;s a Macau?'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-122112876363308554</id><published>2008-05-07T18:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:55:34.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say what you need to say</title><content type='html'>Lets move on together. I promise to be a really great friend &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best I can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you were always better without me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna see iron man on friday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-122112876363308554?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/122112876363308554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=122112876363308554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/122112876363308554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/122112876363308554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/05/say-what-you-need-to-say.html' title='say what you need to say'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-7586220708115283182</id><published>2008-04-27T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:27:18.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imposter Syndrome</title><content type='html'>My life feels like it's going no where. I don't feel that I have any accomplishments. I swear I thought I was going the right way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is NOT for me.&lt;br /&gt;I only finished 196 and now I don't want to continue on in this field. &lt;br /&gt;I want to..and then I don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;I lied in bed thinking about what am I going to do with the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of here. I need to be somewhere I need to be somewhere else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with me....apparently there's a term for how I am feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Individuals experiencing this syndrome seem unable to internalize their accomplishments. Regardless of what level of success they may have achieved in their chosen field of work or study, or what external proof they may have of their competence, they remain convinced internally that they do not deserve the success they have achieved and are really frauds. Proofs of success are dismissed as luck, timing, or otherwise having deceived others into thinking they were more intelligent and competent than they believe themselves to be. This syndrome is thought to be particularly common among women who are successful in their given careers and is typically associated with academics."- wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks PSYCHOLOGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asssholleeesdkjf;lsakdjf;lsakdjf;lajksdf;kjdl;kfj;lskdjf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-7586220708115283182?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7586220708115283182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=7586220708115283182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7586220708115283182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7586220708115283182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/imposter-syndrome.html' title='Imposter Syndrome'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-8627485031673628886</id><published>2008-04-15T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:24:18.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't worry</title><content type='html'>be happy...doo doo doo doo doo dooododoodoododoodoo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta start living by this motto.&lt;br /&gt;I think I spend too many days trying to figure out what to do. I let things simmer, and they burn. This month hasn't been too easy, but thankfully there are those that make life a little better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding I love my friends more and more each day. One in particular, I am pretty sure He knows who he is. Yeah, grilled cheese sandwiches are BOMB. Grateful to every extent of the word. You do more than you know. You have a beautiful soul. I think you should know that. I am glad you're my friend.....best friend. I know our situation isn't the easiest to explain, but despite what you may think I have a deep love and appreciation for you. THANK YOU. You made me feel better today. I couldn't have asked for more =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that she could see what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not size yourself up to anyone else. YOU are an AMAZING person. I think you need to start accepting that. No excuses. No But's. Just take it as is. Stop putting yourself DOWN cause then you can't see all the things people do to bring you up. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone works both ways last time I checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night blast! lets get at those telomers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-8627485031673628886?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8627485031673628886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=8627485031673628886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/8627485031673628886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/8627485031673628886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-worry.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t worry'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-627916033449241268</id><published>2008-04-11T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:04:37.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pale In Comparison</title><content type='html'>plights of the other man across the way are pale in comparison&lt;br /&gt;to the pain in the silent screams inside my mind awaiting the healing words of a stubborn heart&lt;br /&gt;cursed to the scars of a broken past embedded deep in the soul of a solemn man &lt;br /&gt;who lacks wisdom in the experience of loving one othen than him&lt;br /&gt;though words are a curse to those not well versed in contolling what meant but how said and less expressed in emotions to be able to contain them&lt;br /&gt;yet the mouth that used to spill such perfect words can utter hate at the tip of the tongue the flip of the lip the cut at the "FU" end of the "KUH" person I, you screamed "YOU" seethed with the anger and my heart bleed enough secretly uttering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut the f up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sucked o the fuck well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-3081667630766066744</id><published>2008-03-03T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:42:06.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not always rainbows and butterflies</title><content type='html'>although the sentences are of unprecedented amounts&lt;br /&gt;i feel that we have sufficiently made our point&lt;br /&gt;in one phrase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to compromise, and I wish to understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel whole =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-3081667630766066744?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3081667630766066744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=3081667630766066744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/3081667630766066744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/3081667630766066744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-not-always-rainbows-and-butterflies.html' title='It&apos;s not always rainbows and butterflies'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-5556370168553194262</id><published>2008-02-24T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:00:50.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the effort</title><content type='html'>So it has come to this. I am frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become worn out from keeping people happy.&lt;br /&gt;I have been isolating myself&lt;br /&gt;except from fasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been slacking in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to straighten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all...no more guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I throw it all off in my mind. No time for relationships I say. No time like now. I don't want to disapoint anyone anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be happy surrounded by couples. I just can't make the x's smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's just better to say what you feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to go write now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-5556370168553194262?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5556370168553194262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=5556370168553194262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5556370168553194262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/5556370168553194262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-effort.html' title='It&apos;s the effort'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-6616195898953524725</id><published>2008-02-20T13:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:25:53.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNREQUITED</title><content type='html'>the poetry of a person &lt;br /&gt;found in the depths of a kiss and affection&lt;br /&gt;with breaths of life &lt;br /&gt;put into every moment spent wishing&lt;br /&gt;that this love was&lt;br /&gt;"unconditional"&lt;br /&gt;because for every beat of the heart &lt;br /&gt;a song is played&lt;br /&gt;for every person &lt;br /&gt;a ballad is made&lt;br /&gt;though words to the song are never spoken&lt;br /&gt;the beats per minute &lt;br /&gt;the spindle woven&lt;br /&gt;and at times it tends to skip a beat &lt;br /&gt;love's the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rewind&lt;br /&gt;fast forward&lt;br /&gt;and repeat&lt;br /&gt;every person has a song that verses arent written for&lt;br /&gt;yet so little people listen for the beat&lt;br /&gt;cause they're too busy looking for the lyrical&lt;br /&gt;here it goes &lt;br /&gt;my hearts poured out onto the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we could dance to the tune &lt;br /&gt;cause this is love UNCONDITIONAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unconditionally, lovingly, hatefully &lt;br /&gt;despising the words that don't come out&lt;br /&gt;when the reprise comes up and the bridge fades out &lt;br /&gt;and I feel as though I'm not worth this moment at all&lt;br /&gt;cause i could pain myself trying to let you hear my song&lt;br /&gt;yet so many songs are played for you&lt;br /&gt;with mishappened beats &lt;br /&gt;and a cliched word or two&lt;br /&gt;rhyming love with above&lt;br /&gt;and baby i'll be your lady&lt;br /&gt;and Ill love you forever and a day..(maybe)&lt;br /&gt;bump-ba-bump&lt;br /&gt;my steady beat plays&lt;br /&gt;and that's all I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that only your face &lt;br /&gt;your touch your love&lt;br /&gt;activates to play&lt;br /&gt;it races&lt;br /&gt;it paces&lt;br /&gt;and it's fine tuned to the the smile that creeps across your face&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hazy cause my feelings aren't clairvoyant&lt;br /&gt;so my heart grows weary from an empty audience&lt;br /&gt;clap for a lonely entertainer&lt;br /&gt;smile at her meek behaivior&lt;br /&gt;tell her to be the listener&lt;br /&gt;and not the player&lt;br /&gt;acknowledge that you think you know something that might help her&lt;br /&gt;words of advice or empathetic whispers&lt;br /&gt;and still just a beat is played &lt;br /&gt;and nothing is heard&lt;br /&gt;fighting to find the right words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-6616195898953524725?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6616195898953524725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=6616195898953524725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/6616195898953524725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/6616195898953524725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/unrequited.html' title='UNREQUITED'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-911373998344106024</id><published>2008-02-20T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:10:27.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crush</title><content type='html'>crumpled up papers (done) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent too much time&lt;br /&gt;Ive procrastinated enough to say &lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;gave him a number and told him to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i took pens and papers&lt;br /&gt;lines and staplers&lt;br /&gt;trying to write a composition worth&lt;br /&gt;handing to you in a form of a note&lt;br /&gt;pass it to you&lt;br /&gt;like we used to in highschool&lt;br /&gt;hope, you would find it cute&lt;br /&gt;and pass it back&lt;br /&gt;circle the yes&lt;br /&gt;under the question&lt;br /&gt;Do you like me yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except I let myself put that note in my back pocket with a rocket &lt;br /&gt;my friend once told me could lift up my conscience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like the note it never left the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper never made so much sound&lt;br /&gt;i never felt so much doubt&lt;br /&gt;crumpled up hearts&lt;br /&gt;never sounded so loud&lt;br /&gt;paragraphs never covered more ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small pieces are left&lt;br /&gt;wind swept &lt;br /&gt;meant to never be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh love&lt;br /&gt;do you complete it&lt;br /&gt;piecing paper and glue &lt;br /&gt;managing to save it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read it&lt;br /&gt;repeat it&lt;br /&gt;make paper hearts beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;make written word &lt;br /&gt;speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;press papers against your chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cease and regress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on how i took the words out my mouth and put it on a pad &lt;br /&gt;stuffed it in my pocket and gave up on what i had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ripped it into pieces&lt;br /&gt;to spread across the land&lt;br /&gt;to have you re-piece it&lt;br /&gt;and place it in your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that you can read it&lt;br /&gt;and tell me you said yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my conscience rocket launched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One small step for man......"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-911373998344106024?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/911373998344106024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=911373998344106024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/911373998344106024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/911373998344106024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/crush.html' title='crush'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-7279655622388942896</id><published>2008-02-20T13:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:09:57.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EHhh</title><content type='html'>vacate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intro: he is familiar love....my love that is familiar and comfortable to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gets me in ways no one has ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray i do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warm breathing on my ear&lt;br /&gt;caressing feeling down the small of my back &lt;br /&gt;he's making his move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to steal my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the defenses are set&lt;br /&gt;my walls have codes&lt;br /&gt;that are already preset&lt;br /&gt;my locks stay cold&lt;br /&gt;combination are 18 digits long&lt;br /&gt;but hes breaking all of them down&lt;br /&gt;and the walls fall by the ton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my heart goes into a wild poetic rhetoric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is a man who loves me feel the need to physically implore my body &lt;br /&gt;and hit all the sensual spots marked with x and give the uttarance of sex&lt;br /&gt;but brings me into a world a intimacy &lt;br /&gt;could it be that he loves...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no! &lt;br /&gt;im wrong&lt;br /&gt;eject&lt;br /&gt;this has happened before &lt;br /&gt;but he goes my my neck &lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;is this fated?&lt;br /&gt;or infatuation?&lt;br /&gt;mixed with a need of love and a grasp for lust between my leg's sensation&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;he said he loved me&lt;br /&gt;he grasps my heart&lt;br /&gt;commands attention of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and takes hold of my soul &lt;br /&gt;and wouldnt let go&lt;br /&gt;im scared &lt;br /&gt;but he wont let go&lt;br /&gt;im frightened&lt;br /&gt;but he wont let&lt;br /&gt;go im easing into his arms&lt;br /&gt;and letting my heart open up to his &lt;br /&gt;wrapped in a mix of physical and emotional bliss&lt;br /&gt;penetrating walls that he was only meant for&lt;br /&gt;..only he can make me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;make me feel safe with who i am inside and out emotionally physically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that his love wont run out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want him to stay and have my kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like boys and girl with my eyes his skin my lip his chin my smirk his hair my nails his height my arms his hands &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will continue i am tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working on it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-7279655622388942896?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7279655622388942896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=7279655622388942896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7279655622388942896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/7279655622388942896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/ehhh.html' title='EHhh'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-863185598407683249</id><published>2008-02-20T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:09:20.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working</title><content type='html'>So Mike and I are bored and Im on myspace &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be studying oo wellllll illlll write somethinggggg weeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite skies are in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;holding the screams &lt;br /&gt;i yell loudly in my head&lt;br /&gt;persisting the resistence you present&lt;br /&gt;as you hold your heart clutched in your hand&lt;br /&gt;vice gripped hard locked on it&lt;br /&gt;fingers hold tight&lt;br /&gt;beating slow its ebonics&lt;br /&gt;each beat per minute&lt;br /&gt;begging&lt;br /&gt;BEATING&lt;br /&gt;to put it where it belongs&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-will get back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-863185598407683249?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/863185598407683249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3373035342548689698&amp;postID=863185598407683249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/863185598407683249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3373035342548689698/posts/default/863185598407683249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/2008/02/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>Beats Thinking</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01916725658277112996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0pYW2Jf6ML0/SFBzqa_ebkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_9wy-yrbjIE/S220/sompix1+048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3373035342548689698.post-6292580602509559903</id><published>2008-02-18T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:10:37.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>transporting words</title><content type='html'>if grief is tangible then happiness is conceptual &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in days of remembrence over courtesies and caresses&lt;br /&gt;poetic sentences uttered out the end of your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;eloquence equaled by rhyme and repitence&lt;br /&gt;over spindled beats and un hooked lines&lt;br /&gt;made me remember when&lt;br /&gt;it was you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i would like to view the world obscured&lt;br /&gt;faces blanked out by white with absence of emotion&lt;br /&gt;if it could make my ignorant bliss endure and relieve my tension&lt;br /&gt;but reality makes me a better fighter&lt;br /&gt;so with clenched fists i grit words&lt;br /&gt;that slip mouths like ventriloquists&lt;br /&gt;till i am heard&lt;br /&gt;and respected here after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not saying it but i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to forget&lt;br /&gt;the burns your words left me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-6292580602509559903?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheflipdstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6292580602509559903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;thoughts skip to my lou and drop memories of the past that come rushing back &lt;br /&gt;going 485 miles an hour on a half tank of gas &lt;br /&gt;with my heart on the dash&lt;br /&gt;smacking against glass&lt;br /&gt;laugh its a metaphor i wish i didn't have&lt;br /&gt;but do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what kills me is that life is as persistent as the human who lives it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll continue...and you'll continue to love one another past our relationship's existence....so in turn......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has never been a truer saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause love goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at the price we're paying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3373035342548689698-2813643833884993312?l=sheflipdstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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