<?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-7753234884390760555</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:32:42.332-07:00</updated><category term='split me'/><category term='institutionalized'/><category term='barack obama'/><category term='slavery'/><category term='change'/><category term='men'/><category term='orange'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='Esperanza'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='danger'/><category term='iVOTE 2008'/><category term='farting'/><category term='what-ifs'/><category term='idea is ideal'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Struggle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-6766413331219090878</id><published>2009-01-28T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:33:12.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonald's 4 Year Old Cheeseburger Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4IGtDPG4UfI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/4IGtDPG4UfI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/7753234884390760555-6766413331219090878?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/6766413331219090878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2009/01/mcdonalds-4-year-old-cheeseburger-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/6766413331219090878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/6766413331219090878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2009/01/mcdonalds-4-year-old-cheeseburger-video.html' title='McDonald&apos;s 4 Year Old Cheeseburger Video'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-3256886027522674925</id><published>2009-01-18T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:26:38.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back..The new year</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay...yall know how life is, throws new things at you all the time..unexpected things. I'm so happy for this new year feel some great things are going to happen to me and also my friends. It makes me happy to see other people doing great things, achieving new heights, and living life happy. I thank God for blessing me to make it another year, and also blessing me to stay in school this long. I know billions of people made new years resolutions, as well as myself, but I think one small one we should all strive to acheive, is to be a better person. Learn humility, and learn to give and care for one another. So many times we do things for people and expect something in the near future, for the favor to be returned, but instead give and be content that you gave out of the goodness of your heart, trust me, it will make you feel like a million bucks. Also put on your to-do list to bring your enemies closer to you, be the bigger person and care for the one who curses you dead, you will be blessed in the end. Let's use the recurring theme CHANGE and apply that for the rest our year. Talk to that person you dislike, give to that person who needs, stop making excuses and find a job, stop dreaming and take action, stop trying to be like that celebrity, stop trying to find a man love yourself first, stop complaining about what you don't have and be blessed for what you do have, stop accepting less and demand more, let's be bigger and better people this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-3256886027522674925?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/3256886027522674925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-backthe-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/3256886027522674925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/3256886027522674925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-backthe-new-year.html' title='I&apos;m back..The new year'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-6851117497081469379</id><published>2008-12-17T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:59:58.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slavery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='institutionalized'/><title type='text'>Institutionalized to be institutionalized</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SUi8gC_Mg9I/AAAAAAAAALU/BTvC1NcSxMo/s1600-h/institutionalized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SUi8gC_Mg9I/AAAAAAAAALU/BTvC1NcSxMo/s320/institutionalized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280677821835674578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know all our life we are in school, elementary, middle, and high school. Some people choose college and some don't. It seems that society has this perception that if you don't attend college, your not smart or not " Gonna make it", or a failure, and if you do go your smart and " you made it" and a success. Going to college doesn't make you smart or makes you succeed, it's just a stepping stone for you to gain knowledge past high school education, which you can do on your own by reading, and it helps you mature, but time does that, and it exposes you to different cultures, but traveling does that, and it's good for networking, but going to different social events, and having friends does that. You see we have been institutionalized to be institutionalized, to think that " oh I have to do this, because this is how it is suppose to be done." I don't let things like this bother me, yes I am in college, but if I was to stop, or take a break I think I would be cool, because it wouldn't really be a break, I would be working my butt off, trying to make stuff happen, traveling, getting my career started. Because I know I am going to make it regardless of what you may think or even what I may think sometimes, I know I am. It's all about what you do with your time, and how dedicated you really are to something. If anything taking a break would be good because I wouldn't be institutionalized and confined to just school, I would be able to do more and not have to worry about scheduling it around my class. People become so stressed out from school, and they think if they fail a class or take a break from school or something in that sort, labels them as a failure, yeah your family may talk, and your friends may talk " see we knew you would be back" all that ignorance should just be your fuel to do better. I think it's silly to be stressed out from that stuff, it happens live life. I remember reading about an Asian girl that attended U of M that received a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B &lt;/span&gt;in one of her classes and she committed suicide...???? that culture is so hung up fitting a stereotype that she felt she ashamed her people and she was no good. Is it really that serious? yes knowledge is the key to life, in my opinion, that's why I love school, but for you to kill yourself over it..... wow. Depending on what you going into or plan on doing with your life, yes it will require a degree especially in today's society, College is a give and take process, I'm not saying don't take school serious, I'm saying just don't let it steal your happiness, freedom, and define who you are as a person, because that would be slavery all over again only mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-6851117497081469379?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/6851117497081469379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/12/institutionalized-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/6851117497081469379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/6851117497081469379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/12/institutionalized-to-be.html' title='Institutionalized to be institutionalized'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SUi8gC_Mg9I/AAAAAAAAALU/BTvC1NcSxMo/s72-c/institutionalized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-7990184073919821157</id><published>2008-12-12T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:47:04.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>Is doing some pondering about my life.....listening to that G.O.O.D music.... it's always good to have a back-up plan, and then another back-up plan, on top of a back-up plan, lol... but i'm doing great actually, life is exciting you never know what is going to happen, or pop up, or leave it, change is good, it's gets you out of your normal nature of things, but lets see what 2009 is bout to throw my way cause i'm ready, i'm not about to dodge anything, i'm a fighter and determined to win.... DREAM BIG, DIE CONTENT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-7990184073919821157?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/7990184073919821157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/12/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/7990184073919821157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/7990184073919821157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/12/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-2015538269405006232</id><published>2008-12-09T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:17:23.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>He just might be crazy if....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/ST7SFrpoVMI/AAAAAAAAALA/SSnpIvikj0I/s1600-h/danger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/ST7SFrpoVMI/AAAAAAAAALA/SSnpIvikj0I/s200/danger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277886808383313090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If he buys you a cell phone and come to find out he has a code to listen to all your voice mails, this is not cute it is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you get to work and find him outside your office and he says " I just wanted to make sure you made it to work safely", again not cute that fool just might be crazy, he could have called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he give you the look of death " like I dare you look at him" when a guy walk pass, well I guess that makes him the male version of a female lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he tells you he loves you within 24 hours of yall knowing each other, yep he's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If yall getting ready to have sex and he undressing and takes off a bulletproof vest, unless he is a cop, then he might have had a past you don't wanna mess with or something going on in the present he lying about, he crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If your guy calls you and you tell him your busy doing some stuff and you will call him back later on, and he calls you back in 30 min like "wassup what you doing"....or better yet call you 24 times in 2 hours....that fool is crazy...personal experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If during sex he's repeatedly saying " you aint go never leave me you go have my baby" and your definetly not trying to have kids you might wanna tell that clown to get up and get out, he crazy....but have a weapon nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If he asks you to compile a list of every guy you ever liked, kissed, dated and had sex with, then compared the list to the people in your phone and finds a match and says " why this fool joseph in your phone, yall went together in 6th grade, what yall tryna hook up or something, you aint never mention him before." he is crazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you wake up to find him staring at you, this could be good or bad depending on the look. He can have that I love you, Your the best look or have that straight face im going to kill you look, if he have that look when you wake up and he says " If you ever leave me I will kill you" then turns over and go to sleep, your definetly not about to fall asleep you might wanna devise a plan right then and there, cause he crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If you just happen to look up his name on the internet, and end up on a offender website, and find out he was in jail for 20 years and just got out last year, you might wanna dip out before you tick him off and be the reason why he go back. I also encourage you to research whoever your dealing with  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.state.mi.us/mdoc/asp/otis2.asp"&gt;http://www.state.mi.us/mdoc/asp/otis2.asp&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this one is only for michigan, but look up your state and find out, don't wait, it's now or never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.state.mi.us/mdoc/asp/otis2.asp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-2015538269405006232?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/2015538269405006232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-just-might-be-crazy-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/2015538269405006232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/2015538269405006232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/12/he-just-might-be-crazy-if.html' title='He just might be crazy if....'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/ST7SFrpoVMI/AAAAAAAAALA/SSnpIvikj0I/s72-c/danger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-2920237739332946901</id><published>2008-12-05T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:22:13.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My day</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty cool, I woke up at as usual, then I headed off to Barnes and noble and read many different magazines, which was fun, even tried some sample drinks they were delicious. Although the activities were nice, what really made this day good for me was the knowledge I gained. I gained knowledge from what I read, but not only that, I felt free, and happy to just be me, with my wild hair and laid-back style. It was like I had no- worries and no baggage. It made me realize I'm content with life, but I won't get comfortable enough to not push harder, or to stop. So this is me, Detroit native, wild haired, blog writing, smart- mouthed, single, caring, free- spirited, loving....krystall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-2920237739332946901?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/2920237739332946901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/2920237739332946901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/2920237739332946901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-day.html' title='My day'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-3015115689181093110</id><published>2008-11-30T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:45:16.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerator Expert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/STMlar6bWbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SUwI2rvy210/s1600-h/refrigerator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/STMlar6bWbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SUwI2rvy210/s400/refrigerator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274600728975595954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah everybody know me, when I hit the scene cause I'll leave ya clean if ya know what I mean, try to hide the goods from me, I'm a expert, y'all don't want it with me, Know all the ins and outs of the game, I'll bring you pain, you'll never eat again, try to push it way to back, behind the grape juice, where it's frozen at, but see I ducted behind milk, and inside the bag, was ya secret stash, I knew you had, came home with the pie on your mind, that you couldn't seem to find, cause I'm a mastermind, thought you was slick when you got a new fridge, with that secret code so I couldn't get in, must have thought I was playing when I said I was a expert in the game, because I cracked that quickly now I'm eating that lemon meringue, I'm a refrigerator expert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-3015115689181093110?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/3015115689181093110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/refrigerator-expert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/3015115689181093110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/3015115689181093110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/refrigerator-expert.html' title='Refrigerator Expert'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/STMlar6bWbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/SUwI2rvy210/s72-c/refrigerator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-8238851255634068825</id><published>2008-11-29T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:53:27.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farting'/><title type='text'>What's your view on relationship farting?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/STIAGkp5xbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mdRuKCNENlA/s1600-h/farting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/STIAGkp5xbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mdRuKCNENlA/s400/farting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274278226522916274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now we arrive at THE BIG QUESTION, plain and simple do you fart in front of your mate? A friend of mine said that he has never done that in front of someone he was in a relationship with, and I was very shocked. I believe that if you can fart in front of your mate you are comfortable in every aspect with that person. He said he just goes into another room, but let me assure you my fellow bloggers and blog viewers...I don't...just ask my friends...why try and hide the beauty of a fart ? like really, everyone does it, and I think its just being yourself, and showing someone " Hey this is me." As long as you say excuse me, why not ? So, what do you think ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-8238851255634068825?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/8238851255634068825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-your-view-on-relationship-farting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8238851255634068825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8238851255634068825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-your-view-on-relationship-farting.html' title='What&apos;s your view on relationship farting?'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/STIAGkp5xbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mdRuKCNENlA/s72-c/farting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-8447780707039859967</id><published>2008-11-29T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:30:39.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If the lifestyle that you living Got you taking more shorts than getting props, then that lifestyle need to stop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/STH4cCG9YXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/p89GQnfgnm8/s1600-h/successmlk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/STH4cCG9YXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/p89GQnfgnm8/s200/successmlk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274269799113646450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a friend and he was telling me about some stuff that people in his family and that are close to him has been going through, and what upset me was the stuff he was saying about his parent, because I have heard other stories similar, and it's sad. He was basically saying his parent had been living with someone for a long time basically for free, and his parent was working the whole time, and now his parent decided to get an apartment she couldn't really afford and now she is struggling and he's like so where did all your money go, because you have been staying in a home for free, and she didn't have anything paid off or had anything saved. This is a story that so many people including myself can relate to in some way. I really don't understand how a person can live from paycheck to paycheck and be content with that for the rest of their life, there should be a point in their life when they just can't take it anymore and want to better themselves. Nowadays with the new generation everyone wants to be Gangsta or hustler, or something that insinuates that they are hood. I just really don't understand it I really don't. With all the knowledge and beautiful sights of the world, why waste it in one place, in one mindset, it's straight crazy. Me I had no choice but to go to school, I was not about to stay in hood and just be sitting around working a job just to get by. I am determined to make something of myself, and succeed in the real world, My lifestyle had to stop, because I refuse to be content with failure...DESIRE MORE IN LIFE YALL.....See you at the top..&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-8447780707039859967?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/8447780707039859967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-lifestyle-that-you-living-got-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8447780707039859967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8447780707039859967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-lifestyle-that-you-living-got-you.html' title='If the lifestyle that you living Got you taking more shorts than getting props, then that lifestyle need to stop...'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/STH4cCG9YXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/p89GQnfgnm8/s72-c/successmlk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-2133615510733372269</id><published>2008-11-25T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:10:07.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rebirth pt. 1</title><content type='html'>So It's 9:30 and I haven't been asleep yet, and I had an exam this morning but I'm happy...I know right...I said it I'm happy darn it, I took a shower, went and talked to britt for a min... yes she was up also....ate breakfast which I have only done 3 times now this semester, and went and took my exam, it was a breeze. I have this big kool-aid smile on my face, I feel energized, and very thankful, more thankful than I probably have ever been. There's a warm sensation that's taking over the cold numb areas, a smile replacing my frown, a new me in the making.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-2133615510733372269?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/2133615510733372269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/rebirth-pt-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/2133615510733372269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/2133615510733372269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/rebirth-pt-1.html' title='The Rebirth pt. 1'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-4730972599722510917</id><published>2008-11-23T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:14:06.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have Your Number!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DW--7ZmXrXo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DW--7ZmXrXo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;It's crazy that dudes like this fa real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-4730972599722510917?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/4730972599722510917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-i-have-your-number.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/4730972599722510917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/4730972599722510917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-i-have-your-number.html' title='Can I have Your Number!!'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-7158683034255014109</id><published>2008-11-22T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:55:56.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday night fun ( even though it's saturday)</title><content type='html'>OK so me and my girl britt (&lt;a href="http://brittneymarshall.blogspot.com/"&gt;brittneymarshall.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) went out Thursday night it was pretty interesting. We hit up a jazz cafe, which was pretty kool, only thing is it was small and there were a lot of people, but the music was great, and i kept making eye contact with the saxophone player , I just love the saxophone it's like a second voice. But after we left there we hit up Woody's oasis, it was a Mediterranean restaurant/ bar, and they allow you to smoke which irritated the heck out of me and britt, smoking is disgusting. It took at least 15min to order and I kept having him bring out samples, because I would be really upset if I ordered something I didn't like, but he was patient and come to find out he was training he was really good, just be training. So afterwards while we were on the bus on our way back to the dorms, a strike of silliness hit us, so we started taking pics and as soon I got off the bus I took a pic right as the bus was pulling off...lol...then we picked out some cars and claimed them and took pics in front of them, then we started running and taking pics as we ran...lol too funny.. then we took a couple more pics before my camera died. So after all that we made our way to our dorm Armstrong only to realize that it was THURSDAY ( inside joke) and we had to go to the front to swipe our cards because it was 2:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SSiK1SSnt-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/mV76Po9yjpw/s1600-h/20081121_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SSiK1SSnt-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/mV76Po9yjpw/s200/20081121_7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271616011884804066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SSiKizBjkMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ItDOFB732ys/s1600-h/20081121_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SSiKizBjkMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ItDOFB732ys/s200/20081121_6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271615694254084290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SSiKHBvhVGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dBqA1VFhLfk/s1600-h/20081121_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SSiNgrFxbEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/usE5yaSx5HE/s200/20081121_20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271618956299430978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-7158683034255014109?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/7158683034255014109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-night-fun-even-though-its.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/7158683034255014109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/7158683034255014109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/thursday-night-fun-even-though-its.html' title='Thursday night fun ( even though it&apos;s saturday)'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SSiK1SSnt-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/mV76Po9yjpw/s72-c/20081121_7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-2022020737334949428</id><published>2008-11-20T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:10:18.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Update</title><content type='html'>Ok so at first I was pissed off and I was about to be pissed off at Krystall ( refer to previous blog) ok so yeah we haven't been talking that long, but i was expecting a call at the same time, and when that call didn't happen at the time I thought, I was like ok I'll wait, i texted, no reply, I called got ignored, then an hour almost went by and he called back, I wasn't going to answer, but I did, and I'm glad I did. :) I feel so crazy lol I sat in front of the camera for almost an hour ( looking beautiful of course). but alright yall peace I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-2022020737334949428?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/2022020737334949428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/emotional-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/2022020737334949428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/2022020737334949428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/emotional-update.html' title='Emotional Update'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-8579283061849805726</id><published>2008-11-20T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:19:50.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='split me'/><title type='text'>kris and krystall: the split me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SSUpRONDj_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/tajXuq9T5z8/s1600-h/sadme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SSUpRONDj_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/tajXuq9T5z8/s320/sadme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270664314754404338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SSUpU5algTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/v0GcSgdzzvM/s1600-h/happyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SSUpU5algTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/v0GcSgdzzvM/s320/happyme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270664377893486898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kris: Man let me cut this dude off real quick he getting to close, I can't like anyone right now, It's to much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krystall: why won't you just let someone get close to you, he's nice, give him a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kris: I don't need a guy in my life they trouble, they selfish, and only want one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krystall: that's not true and you know it he's a respectable man of God, what do you have to say about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kris: Whatever he can be lying, and fronting, trying to be all nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krystall: why won't you just let go, just let go of the past, you obviously are scarred and you push guys away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kris: scarred? get real my past made me strong, smart and aware, it didn't scar me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krystall: ok so what's your reason this time for cutting someone off especially him a sweet, funny guy who is interested in getting to know you. Is it because you like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kris: It don't matter if I like him or not that's not the point, I'm just not ready dang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krystall: Not ready for what? to be the boy friend, and just talk, your paranoid, you better be glad he even want to talk to you... because you obviously have issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kris: whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krystall: yeah, whatever that's all you can say because you know i'm right, you know it, you making it more than what it is, and for the record you are a girl, so stop trying to act otherwise, it's ok to like a boy that's normal i would worry if you didn't, stop putting a wall up to everyone you have to know when to build it and when to brake it down, just be yourself, just do you, let go of your past, God has someone made just for you put aside, but you gotta let somebody in to know who it is, give him a chance, who knows you just might like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kris: yeah, I guess, it's just new to me ya know, but I do like talking to people I just get freaked out when I find myself liking them, but it's a new day and it's time for a new me, thanks krystall I love you, what would I do without you. oh and I do like him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krystall: no problem girl, and I know you do, and you would be a a complete wreck without me, now lets go smash some of britt food.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-8579283061849805726?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/8579283061849805726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/kris-and-krystall-split-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8579283061849805726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8579283061849805726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/kris-and-krystall-split-me.html' title='kris and krystall: the split me'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SSUpRONDj_I/AAAAAAAAAJA/tajXuq9T5z8/s72-c/sadme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-5215896984394144295</id><published>2008-11-19T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:33:32.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlet takes a tumble!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dPsNi1k8Df4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/dPsNi1k8Df4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; ( fast forward to 2:08)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-5215896984394144295?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/5215896984394144295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/scarlet-takes-tumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/5215896984394144295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/5215896984394144295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/scarlet-takes-tumble.html' title='Scarlet takes a tumble!!!'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-8086740659336969881</id><published>2008-11-19T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:47:25.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random emotion</title><content type='html'>Is kind of upset for some odd reason...well BACK to BLACK...&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-8086740659336969881?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/8086740659336969881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-emotion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8086740659336969881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8086740659336969881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-emotion.html' title='random emotion'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-8467401262469634337</id><published>2008-11-18T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:30:34.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow ok is it me or is He killing Beyonce?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ifGHUfR5Ks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/-ifGHUfR5Ks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; ( for a better version click here &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6ExgUW6ak8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6ExgUW6ak8&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-8467401262469634337?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/8467401262469634337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-ok-is-it-me-or-is-he-killing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8467401262469634337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8467401262469634337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-ok-is-it-me-or-is-he-killing.html' title='Wow ok is it me or is He killing Beyonce?'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-2101696469192805974</id><published>2008-11-15T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:36:22.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to me: Natural girl with the Afrocurls</title><content type='html'>No disrespect to my ladies with the straight, I tried it, but I prefer to have the curl. When my hair is curly it makes my spirit feel so free, and expresses my individuality. I'm unique, so why not rock a unique, untamed, hair-do. You see the curl in my hair brings out the glow in my eyes, and the curl in my hair brings out that Kodak smile, and the curl in my hair brings out the style in my clothes, and the curl in my hair brings out all the wonderful things that makes me...me. Call my hair whatever you like curly,fro, nappy, coily, kinky. I like kinky, because separate the word kin-ky,  and you have kin and key and our ancestral kin had kinky hair and it is the key to me to connect to my ancestors in some way, so I do that first with knowledge, and learning who I am, and then I do that by representing my beautiful kinky, nappy, coily, curly hair, because I am not ashmaed of how I look at my natural state without the make-up and the lip gloss and neither is my hair ashamed of it's natural state.&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SR_MBWlVulI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yIfL4NoEnYA/s1600-h/curly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SR_MBWlVulI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yIfL4NoEnYA/s200/curly2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269154412660898386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SR_M94ezfeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wi1Ufd1PLHg/s1600-h/curly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SR_M94ezfeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/wi1Ufd1PLHg/s200/curly4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269155452552445410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SR_LtM49TpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Lo4R1gZHoT4/s1600-h/curly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SR_LtM49TpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Lo4R1gZHoT4/s200/curly1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269154066461445778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SR_MTIyEhqI/AAAAAAAAAII/vJ77zlEDljw/s1600-h/curly3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SR_MTIyEhqI/AAAAAAAAAII/vJ77zlEDljw/s200/curly3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269154718193845922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-2101696469192805974?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/2101696469192805974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-me-natural-girl-with-afrocurls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/2101696469192805974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/2101696469192805974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-me-natural-girl-with-afrocurls.html' title='Back to me: Natural girl with the Afrocurls'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SR_MBWlVulI/AAAAAAAAAIA/yIfL4NoEnYA/s72-c/curly2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-8047594478832135780</id><published>2008-11-13T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:58:55.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go out on Faith</title><content type='html'>When you're not sure of what's to come next, when your life just seems like it has stopped in the middle of the sea and has left you to drown, when your not sure if you can go on and survive anymore, you have no choice but to go out on faith. I recently learned there is a significant difference between faith and hope, you see faith is confidence and trust in something that you can't see, and hope  is something you have witnessed before, something seen in the past, having a strong confidence, a hope, that this could happen again. So having faith requires you to be a strong person mentally, you have to be willing to have confidence and trust that things will get better, even though you can't see it. Lately I myself have been feeling like I was running on low faith, but God always brings something magnificent in my life to show me he has not forgotten about me, and it's always the little things he does that open my eyes to how foolish I was. I just read a book entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weep Not, Child&lt;/span&gt; by Ngugi Wa Thiongo, and it really opened my eyes to how blessed I really am, these people were extremely poor and what really touched me was the child Njoroge who had a passion for education, God, and to change his country. But in the end he lost everything, he lost his education, his duty to help his country, his love, and even his faith. I cried after I finished it, it wasn't the fairy tale ending that we are all so used to reading. I sat and thought to myself to lose your faith is to lose your life, and I can never allow that to happen to me, and I became so thankful afterwards. Think of the many things we take for granted, Education, a home, a family, clothing, food, to live. Be thankful, have faith, and never lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-8047594478832135780?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/8047594478832135780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-out-on-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8047594478832135780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8047594478832135780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-out-on-faith.html' title='Go out on Faith'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-7916668261253410541</id><published>2008-11-05T20:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:40:54.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barack obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>CHANGE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SRJ0xVMM0KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/88N-r_z1Jhk/s1600-h/obama_165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SRJ0xVMM0KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/88N-r_z1Jhk/s320/obama_165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265399305200259234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never Have I been More proud To be an American, an African American at that, We finally have something hopeful to look forward to, it can only go up from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-7916668261253410541?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/7916668261253410541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/7916668261253410541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/7916668261253410541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/11/change.html' title='CHANGE!!'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SRJ0xVMM0KI/AAAAAAAAAHw/88N-r_z1Jhk/s72-c/obama_165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-7148077174645060104</id><published>2008-10-22T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:18:58.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea is ideal'/><title type='text'>The Idea is Ideal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SQAlHu0FneI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ec2uPiWCF8M/s1600-h/ideal-husband-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SQAlHu0FneI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ec2uPiWCF8M/s320/ideal-husband-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260245179524554210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a beautiful, painful, joyful, agonizing, delightful, tedious, exhilarating, depressing,thrilling, and miserable thing to experience. "There was a time when I didn't have no one didn't have no love, Do you remember the love that we once had, well if I had the chance to love you again ,I would Make your heart forget I was ever there, If we forget the past I know this time love will last, Forever, For Always, For Love" this is one of my favorite songs by Lalah Hathaway. What she said is how a lot of us feel we want what we first had with that special someone, and you just want to try that one last time, and maybe, just maybe it could last, right? well, that's when you have to do some soul searching and ask yourself are you really in love, do you love the idea of being with someone, or are you just use that person and can't let go. Those are three things people really make a mistake with and call it Love. In my case after a couple years I was so use to being with that person that I couldn't see myself with anyone else, I became use to him and couldn't let go, I also liked the idea, because everyone knew about us, I knew his family, me and his birthday was a day apart, so the idea was ideal. Love can, tear you down, but make you a better person, it's up to you to learn from your past love and correct your future love. Don't keep yourself somewhere you really don't want to be, you will be miserable, that's like being a lawyer for the rest of your life when you really want to be a writer. Just know you will always have love from God and trust that he sees your pain, and hears your cry and has that one special person that he created just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-7148077174645060104?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/7148077174645060104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/idea-is-ideal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/7148077174645060104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/7148077174645060104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/idea-is-ideal.html' title='The Idea is Ideal'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SQAlHu0FneI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ec2uPiWCF8M/s72-c/ideal-husband-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-8669732924292339484</id><published>2008-10-22T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:16:44.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SP_6l7sfncI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bKLTIVFTzWY/s1600-h/ashamed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SP_6l7sfncI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bKLTIVFTzWY/s320/ashamed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260198419378445762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little David was in his 5th grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up--fireman, policeman, salesman, etc. David was being uncharacteristically quiet and so the teacher asked him about his father. 'My father is an exotic dancer in a gay bar and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, he'll go out to the alley with some guy and make love with him for money.' The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some coloring, and took little David aside to ask him, 'Is that really true about your father?' 'No,' said David, 'He plays for the Detroit Lions, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-8669732924292339484?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/8669732924292339484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/ashamed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8669732924292339484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8669732924292339484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/ashamed.html' title='Ashamed'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SP_6l7sfncI/AAAAAAAAAHA/bKLTIVFTzWY/s72-c/ashamed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-8762563723381457630</id><published>2008-10-15T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:45:29.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what-ifs'/><title type='text'>"What -ifs"</title><content type='html'>You ever just sit and wonder about life...about your life. Where you will be at in the future, it's scary. I have been wondering about life lately and if I will be where I want to be or just getting by. I sit and I just think...not saying that I have all the answers or know every possible thing that will happen to me, but I set up scenarios in my head, "what-ifs" even if its something I never want to experience I still play it out in my head, like what if my mom died how will I react, I know my sisters will want to live with me, but would I stay in school?, or would I just move them up here, or should I convince them to stay with my grandma, I guess this my way of being prepared for the unexpected. sometimes my scenarios aren't so...sane..lol. Last night before bed I was wondering like after 12am there's someone to sign you in the building and all the doors are locked but what if some type of beast just bust through the doors and just swarmed the whole campus, where would i hide? I would be trapped, then i thought about a person like ok the doors are glass what if a maniac just shot them up, yea so on a lighter note I think a lot. But that's why I pray things like that won't happen, but we are in the protection of God so don't worry, if it's destined to be then it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-8762563723381457630?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/8762563723381457630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-ifs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8762563723381457630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/8762563723381457630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-ifs.html' title='&quot;What -ifs&quot;'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-3574594559627049072</id><published>2008-10-11T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T03:14:14.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orange'/><title type='text'>I Am Orange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SPB8ZNrxn8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/hTYwfOQX5PM/s1600-h/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SPB8ZNrxn8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/hTYwfOQX5PM/s320/orange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255837537753210818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orange is a power color. It is one of the healing colors. It is said to increase the craving for food. It also stimulates enthusiasm and creativity. Orange means vitality with endurance. People who like orange are usually thoughtful and sincere. Lady luck's color is orange. I have been told that if a change of any kind is need in life, just burn an orange candle for 7 nights. &lt;/p&gt;        &lt;h2&gt;Orange Energy&lt;/h2&gt;        &lt;p&gt;While red is associated with fiery heat, orange is associated with the benign warmth of the sun. A dynamic color to be sure, orange offers a more thoughtful control than explosive red. Curiosity is a driving characteristic of orange, and with it comes exploration of new things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-3574594559627049072?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/3574594559627049072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-orange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/3574594559627049072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/3574594559627049072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-orange.html' title='I Am Orange'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SPB8ZNrxn8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/hTYwfOQX5PM/s72-c/orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-3570977931446627427</id><published>2008-10-06T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:48:46.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thy Shall not Judge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOr4MVNgB_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/OqCP0icPEBg/s1600-h/3912-Finger-of-God-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOr4MVNgB_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/OqCP0icPEBg/s320/3912-Finger-of-God-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254284806016993266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some stuff dawned on me after a encounter with some "church folk" and not only today this whole week. whats so funny to me is how they assumed I wasn't saved I guess because I barely go to choir anymore (and probably won't anymore just because I feel like i'm being judged every time I walk up in there), and how I haven't had a chance to go to bible study. first of all, I don't do those things for anyone's approval nor to prove anything. I hate when I'm questioned about why I haven't been in choir or bible study then it's followed with a " you know you need to be there girl" hahaha...all that fakeness. Second you don't know me so don't come at me as if you do. you don't know what type of relationship I have with my father, or what we talk about in our conversations, you don't...do you??...ok then...thought so...if I miss some Sundays at church how you know I didn't get up cut on the word on television and get my praise from that? Oh do I have to sign the sign in sheet at church so everyone will know I was there? Do you really know me? or do you think you know me?.......please don't try to condemn my spirit talking about oh you going to church/ bible study etc. because I said something about it huh? because nine times out of ten I will turn it right around on you and have you leaving with your feelings hurt. I love being in communities where I feel comfortable and where I feel everyone is there for the lord, but if I don't feel that way then I rather not be around it. So my advice to all the people who think they are saved and sit back and talk about everybody else take a look at yourself and remember thy shall not judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-3570977931446627427?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/3570977931446627427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/thy-shall-not-judge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/3570977931446627427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/3570977931446627427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/thy-shall-not-judge.html' title='Thy Shall not Judge...'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOr4MVNgB_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/OqCP0icPEBg/s72-c/3912-Finger-of-God-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-5687422193956753659</id><published>2008-10-06T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:19:02.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Thy Self...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOrw4B_ggpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LGuFnPzOoIY/s1600-h/selflove2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOrw4B_ggpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LGuFnPzOoIY/s400/selflove2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254276760679252626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was talking to a friend today and they told me about how they weren't over there ex completely and I was like why?...because it's been a while since they have been together, or even talked, and I started thinking about when I went through those stages of trying to forget and let go. Truth be told it's probably impossible to forget someone you truly cared about especially if that person was your first love. well, in my situation this guy was my first love, we were together five years, and it ended and it tore me up when it ended and it took me over a year to get over it. this was a person I thought I was going to marry, so it was really serious. When I went through my maturing/woman transformation, stages I found out a lot about myself. I noticed how attached I had got to a man....and I didn't understand why. I was amazed at how fast he got over it and got a new girlfriend a couple of months after we broke up. Even crazier I had actually grown bored of the relationship but couldn't let him go. I looked at his background and how he had a big family with two parents that were married, and how I came from a small family with a single mother, I loved the heck out of his family and I actually told him he was taking his family away from me, because I had grown attached to them. I came to the conclusion that I had gotten so attached because he was the only male that had been in my life,and he had what i always wanted. He was the only male influence that I ever had been besides my uncle. So I concluded that this was why I didn't want to let him go. but everyone has different scenarios, some people just feel the need to be loved, but you can't possibly expect to turn to a man for love when first he is imperfect like you, you go to God for true love, and you have to love yourself before you expect someone to come your way. That's another problem women always look for love, but we first need to work on ourselves, and find self- satisfaction and inner love for ourselves, because having your life in order and loving yourself first will attract a man which is the opposite of a boy.... well i just wanted to share my thoughts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-5687422193956753659?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/5687422193956753659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-thy-self.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/5687422193956753659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/5687422193956753659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-thy-self.html' title='Love Thy Self...'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOrw4B_ggpI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LGuFnPzOoIY/s72-c/selflove2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-667020889354924573</id><published>2008-10-05T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:32:44.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scorn to become strong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This blog is my comment for the comments I received about my reply blog to women, men, and why things don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;always work out, who might have thought I was one of those " Scorn Women."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Scorn is defined to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EOF_HEAD--&gt;&lt;!--BOF_DEF--&gt;contempt or disdain felt toward a person or object considered despicable or unworthy.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Contempt is defined to be an intense feeling or attitude of regarding someone or something as inferior, base, or worthless—it is similar to scorn&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One example of contempt could be seen in the character Ebenezer Scrooge from the Charles Dickens book A Christmas Carol. Scrooge was cold hearted, hating everything about Christmas and looked down upon everyone around him, especially the poor.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I'm certai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nly no Scrooge i'm the opposite of that, i'm a happy and giving perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;n I don't feel disdain towards anything and I would never look at anyone as despicable or unworthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; therefore how can I be one of those " Scorn Women"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anything that has ever happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; to me in my life I have learned from and gained strentgh from it, yeah maybe at that time I was in pain but I never carry my past into my future. Before a label is put on people that person should understand the definition of what they are labeling that person as. Also, no one knows everyone past, people a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;re so quick to look at one person's experiences and automatically know the out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;come of everyone else who experiences the same thing, but everyone is different and han&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;dle situations differently. I look back at my experiences as more knowledge I gained and more things I learned about myself. I have no regrets in my life and no mistakes. I do look back at things I could have done differently, but everything happens for a reason and it shaped m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e into the person I am today. I am a different type of woman that people aren't so familiar with and I thank God for this uniqueness about myself that I love, and this self- satisfaction tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t I have gained. So when you say i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; a scorned woman I would have to disagree, i'm just a strong sm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;art woman that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s don't buy into all the sterotypical stuff about women cause it all stops when it gets to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOmv6ZWHy3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/hRV4_ebzNbM/s1600-h/silly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOmv6ZWHy3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/hRV4_ebzNbM/s200/silly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253923858075339634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOmwKAoEwMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4cMaoJ7Ub4c/s1600-h/lookingup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOmwKAoEwMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4cMaoJ7Ub4c/s200/lookingup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253924126317658306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOmwdANW94I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/REEHXa7KE0c/s1600-h/glassesup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOmwdANW94I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/REEHXa7KE0c/s200/glassesup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253924452623120258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOmv6ZWHy3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/hRV4_ebzNbM/s1600-h/silly.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-667020889354924573?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/667020889354924573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/scorn-to-become-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/667020889354924573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/667020889354924573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/scorn-to-become-strong.html' title='scorn to become strong...'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOmv6ZWHy3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/hRV4_ebzNbM/s72-c/silly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-4548731547413445250</id><published>2008-10-05T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:05:40.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated Dreams that's not Complicated to Reach</title><content type='html'>So it's been a minute and I'm glad to be back, i need to get some things off my chest. well first the interview on Thursday went great and we will see how great it was if i receive a call back this week. Right now I'm feeling like what's my purpose, what's my passion, who am I really, what do I want. Well, I thought my purpose was to make it out and become something that well have me financially set being able to move my family somewhere nice. thought my passion was science, thought I was a simple girl trying to become someone that would be remembered, thought I wanted the good life. But what I'm discovering is to follow my heart and God will supply the rest, my passion is the arts; photography, African American literature, and music, the person I really am is simple but with complicated dreams that's not complicated to reach, and a big heart that I want to share with everyone, what I want is the happy life. I'm sure there are some people who might need to read this....I needed it...and a big problem I noticed about people especially people who come from a background like me, where you had to struggle your whole life and don't come from a family with much, we look towards the career that will get us paid, and a career to insinuate that we are "balling." But at the end of the day, think about it, are you truly happy? Do you want to spend the rest of your life doing that? Could you wake up every morning happy to go to work? It's a deeper meaning to life than just money. You have to enjoy life and get the most out of it as you possibly can, so when it comes to me I choose HAPPY and will leave the rest up to God..... WoW I did just wake up and went deep in this blog lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOlxHLsEWDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MdjCLTbwr_g/s1600-h/bad-job.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOlxHLsEWDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MdjCLTbwr_g/s320/bad-job.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253854808515041330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOlxpoFCi7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/V4_FNlDIEa4/s1600-h/bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOlxpoFCi7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/V4_FNlDIEa4/s320/bee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253855400251526066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-4548731547413445250?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/4548731547413445250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-its-been-minute-and-im-glad-to-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/4548731547413445250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/4548731547413445250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-its-been-minute-and-im-glad-to-be.html' title='Complicated Dreams that&apos;s not Complicated to Reach'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOlxHLsEWDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MdjCLTbwr_g/s72-c/bad-job.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-6837060654316980789</id><published>2008-09-30T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:55:13.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Women,men and why things don't always work out.</title><content type='html'>This is a response to dante marshall women, men, and why things don't always work out.. check it out&lt;a href="http://dantedigital.com/?p=277"&gt; http://dantedigital.com/?p=277&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same is true for women also, we get tired of men quickly.  We most definitely yearn for different pleasures and adventures as well. Who wants a guy that does the same tired stuff over and over we want some excitement in our life, to keep us holding on to that guy, because once everything starts getting old and played out it makes it easier for another guy to come along and replace you. True men are visual beings but let's be real you can't have sex appeal 24 hours a day 365 days a year. Those DOWN days are when you have to look beyond the sex appeal and into the mind and find pleasure out of that, because her mental state should separate her from any other girl thus making you still want to follow her for eternity, because she has inner an outer sex appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that most women are vulnerable and we have a deep need to feel loved and desired, but i don't agree this is true for all women. Some women don't need that they have self- satisfaction and just in love with themselves, instead they just want the attention, because truth be told while you guys think yall know the game and yall playing it like a G yall be getting played at the same time. Seriously you don't think we don't know what yall be trying to do.....come on now....takes a lot more then making me feel loved and desired to score big, BUDDY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BULLCRAP not true about independent women wanting to feel safe and secure. key word INDEPENDENT, let me give yall the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dictionary definition of that&lt;br /&gt;1.not influenced or controlled by others in matters of opinion, conduct, etc.; thinking or acting for oneself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="ital-inline"&gt;an independent thinker.&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.not subject to another's authority or jurisdiction; autonomous; free: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="ital-inline"&gt;an independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3.not influenced by the thought or action of others: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="ital-inline"&gt;independent research. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;not dependent; not depending or contingent upon something else for existence, operation, etc. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;not relying on another or others for aid or support. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;rejecting others' aid or support; refusing to be under obligation to others. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;   &lt;table style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;possessing a competency: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to be financially independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So there you have it independent, meaning you don't need anyone and the only person that can keep you safe and secure is God, and if you don't fit that definition then you shouldn't be calling yourself independent.. We too don't want anyone who is going to hold us up, who has time for that? we want someone to help and support us on our journey through life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i completly agree about being in a relationship with someone who doesn't trust themselves in there own decisions. that's why you have to be conscious about who you are dealing with before you decide to get in a relationship with that person. If she or he continues to speak down on themselves or gets jealous of your female friends when you are only in the friend stages then obviously they are not ready to be someone else. That's why i believe you should always have a strong friendship before getting into a relationship because this is the foundation on which you build everything else. Going to your friends about advice is just that, advice. they may shape your ideas but in the end you make your own decisions...like a WOMAN, because letting your friends make your decisions is sooo grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True there are women who are out to get you, and will run all over you if you let them and who loves to use SEX as there power tool but if you fall for it then you just a idiot and a punk, thus resulting in your MAN card being revoked and women if you have to stoop that low..oops..my bad... girls if you have to stoop that low to use sex as a control tool then i feel kind of sorry for you and i would tell you to step your game up, because using sex in that fashion only shows you have nothing else to keep him there, thus making you useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'm getting at is yeah some of these things may be true about women but not for all women. so i leave you with this men are like horses (lol) they will let you ride them all day long until they get tired and throw yo a** off...lol that didn't even make sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOL-QlCIaoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6laAeargWWA/s1600-h/brittroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOL-QlCIaoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6laAeargWWA/s320/brittroom.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252039676239833730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-6837060654316980789?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/6837060654316980789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/re-womenmen-and-why-things-dont-always.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/6837060654316980789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/6837060654316980789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/re-womenmen-and-why-things-dont-always.html' title='Re: Women,men and why things don&apos;t always work out.'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOL-QlCIaoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/6laAeargWWA/s72-c/brittroom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-9092821246447816202</id><published>2008-09-29T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:32:18.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How God works...</title><content type='html'>so ok yall know about the incident from this morning but let me tell you how God works....a couple of minutes ago i was on the phone with my girl ty and my room phone rang and to my surprise it was a job i had applied for about a week ago, they told me they got the score back from the assesment i did online and it looked good and when would i be avaliable for a interview, and i said thursday....and although i don't have the job yet imma claim it and even if i don't get it i still give my father the glory, that's how my father works...in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOEtINrxMNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/B4XsmtOtIGY/s1600-h/handsofGod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOEtINrxMNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/B4XsmtOtIGY/s400/handsofGod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251528259626152146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he helps his children&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-9092821246447816202?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/9092821246447816202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-god-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/9092821246447816202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/9092821246447816202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-god-works.html' title='How God works...'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SOEtINrxMNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/B4XsmtOtIGY/s72-c/handsofGod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-352567452359124324</id><published>2008-09-29T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:56:39.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great way to start off your morning!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone....lol.....so i had a interview at the job i already worked at but it was for a level 2 position, so it was at 9:40am i got there at 9:43...never on time... I walk in they look at me and back at the computer and I'm looking like ok they not gonna help me??? then they say we will be with you in a min so i wait she pull out this big binder and was like we won't be able to do the interview today because you have actually been terminated...lol....how funny is that...it was like a load had been lifted off my chest i hated that job, although it is a pretty bad look it's explainable...so you are only allowed 3 points and when you call off you are suppose to have someone to cover you, but i called in 3 times and didn't have a sub, but i actually had 2.75 points but i guess that was to close to 3 points....but it's ok guys i had been applying weeks ago to other places...because i already knew... i'm might be back on the scene in about a week come back and see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SODscc_izQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W0UuF_duYxw/s1600-h/donny_you_are_fired_md_clr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SODscc_izQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W0UuF_duYxw/s400/donny_you_are_fired_md_clr.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251457139077205250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-352567452359124324?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/352567452359124324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-great-way-to-start-off-your.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/352567452359124324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/352567452359124324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-great-way-to-start-off-your.html' title='What a great way to start off your morning!!'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SODscc_izQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W0UuF_duYxw/s72-c/donny_you_are_fired_md_clr.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-7468129269819937803</id><published>2008-09-28T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T01:20:01.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><title type='text'>Freakin' Pissed</title><content type='html'>ok so i was trying to give everyone a lil sample of my singing but i promise you i recorded those freaking songs like 100 times and hated them all, and on top of that my throat was already sore now it's just shot, guess i will try again later. But about my day...it was cool woke up at like 12 hopped on blogger, took some nighttime( bootleg NyQuil) and I know I should have took the daytime but i wanted to see if I was going to be sleepy fa real...and long story short woke back up at 4:30, then me and my girl Ty went to this event called Music of Faith...it was ok started super late and wasn't a lot of people but i hope the next one is hott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN89d2RVpzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wzv7bwEs07k/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN89d2RVpzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wzv7bwEs07k/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250983273531025202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and ty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-7468129269819937803?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/7468129269819937803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/freakin-pissed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/7468129269819937803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/7468129269819937803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/freakin-pissed.html' title='Freakin&apos; Pissed'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN89d2RVpzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wzv7bwEs07k/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-5163632815354947979</id><published>2008-09-27T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:25:47.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>African Quick Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN5cM18L1zI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J-NgtreUi3U/s1600-h/321px-Ankh.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN5cM18L1zI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J-NgtreUi3U/s320/321px-Ankh.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250735591268276018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ankh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (symbol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:200;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Unicode"&gt;☥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;) was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egyptian_hieroglyph" title="Egyptian hieroglyph" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Egyptian hieroglyphic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; character that read "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life" title="Life"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;," a triliteral sign for the consonants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ayin" title="Ayin"&gt;ˁ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nun_%28letter%29" title="Nun (letter)"&gt;n&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E1%B8%AA%C4%81%CA%BC" title="Ḫāʼ"&gt;ḫ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egyptian_gods" title="Egyptian gods" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Egyptian gods&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; are often portrayed carrying it by its loop, or bearing one in each hand, arms crossed over their chest. It is also known as the key of life, the key of the Nile, or as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;crux ansata&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin" title="Latin"&gt;Latin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; for "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cross" title="Cross"&gt;cross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; with a handle", but it is an enduring icon                   that remains with us even today as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.touregypt.net/chiste0.htm"&gt; Christian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; cross. It is                   one of the most potent symbols represented in Egyptian art,                   often forming a part of decorative motifs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Arial;" &gt;The symbolic representation of both Physical and Eternal life. It is known as the original cross, which is a powerful symbol that was first created by Africans in Ancient Egypt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; The Loop of the Ankh also represent the feminine discipline or the (Womb), while the elongated section represent the masculine discipline or the (Penis). These two sacred units then come together and form life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-5163632815354947979?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/5163632815354947979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/african-quick-fact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/5163632815354947979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/5163632815354947979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/african-quick-fact.html' title='African Quick Fact'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN5cM18L1zI/AAAAAAAAAEw/J-NgtreUi3U/s72-c/321px-Ankh.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-4183559208510878881</id><published>2008-09-27T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T03:12:03.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep deprived from blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN4GtZdDehI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hb8n5hfFbzc/s1600-h/nosleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN4GtZdDehI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hb8n5hfFbzc/s320/nosleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250641592557206034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah it's 6:06 and for some reason i'm still up...i been on here doing who knows what for about 8 hours...oh yeah britt still up too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-4183559208510878881?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/4183559208510878881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep-deprived-from-blogging.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/4183559208510878881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/4183559208510878881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep-deprived-from-blogging.html' title='Sleep deprived from blogging'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN4GtZdDehI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Hb8n5hfFbzc/s72-c/nosleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-4846243811427867123</id><published>2008-09-27T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:13:03.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me and my friend britt was in the laundry room and I end up singing some songs that I made up and she really liked them, and was like kris......you really need to be serious about your singing because it's your talent..but my thing is yeah ok I love music with a passion, but i'm shy.... and when your shy and you try to sing in front of people some of those notes don't sound too hot TRUST ME! but I have always been artsy, into photography,music and poetry, but I guess I was just scared and the end result is me being a History Education major, which is something I do love, African Studies, but when I think about it, I know that's not all i want to do....teach???.....na....but hey at first I was a science major....LMBO!! please.....not with what my friends go through with chemistry I'm STRAIGHT! But I guess i just need some guidance and some guts...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3p9cT6M7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UoakQNQsfVA/s1600-h/firstlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3p9cT6M7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UoakQNQsfVA/s400/firstlove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250609982364857266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Married to Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-4846243811427867123?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/4846243811427867123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/4846243811427867123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/4846243811427867123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3p9cT6M7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/UoakQNQsfVA/s72-c/firstlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-1676572222999601933</id><published>2008-09-26T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:46:11.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esperanza'/><title type='text'>Esperanza Spalding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3V16tgdGI/AAAAAAAAACs/5orXCi4yXD4/s1600-h/esperanza_243x242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250587862853776482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3V16tgdGI/AAAAAAAAACs/5orXCi4yXD4/s400/esperanza_243x242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a friend and he told me about this amazing artist name Esperanza Spalding. All I can say is wow... she is beautiful and has an amazing voice, oh and she also plays the chello, she is very talented you gotta check her out, she has a myspace page &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/esperanzaspalding"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/esperanzaspalding&lt;/a&gt; and also check out her official page &lt;a href="http://esperanzaspalding.com/"&gt;http://esperanzaspalding.com/&lt;/a&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7753234884390760555-1676572222999601933?l=krystallb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/feeds/1676572222999601933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/esperanza-spalding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/1676572222999601933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7753234884390760555/posts/default/1676572222999601933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krystallb.blogspot.com/2008/09/esperanza-spalding.html' title='Esperanza Spalding'/><author><name>Krystall B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07855188156784381955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3iH6TAHwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eVcWZ-5V71w/S220/025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN3V16tgdGI/AAAAAAAAACs/5orXCi4yXD4/s72-c/esperanza_243x242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7753234884390760555.post-6249548436047089649</id><published>2008-09-26T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:01:03.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iVOTE 2008'/><title type='text'>It Almost Seems Heaven Sent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN0_F0wm28I/AAAAAAAAAB4/STtamTQwmzc/s1600-h/barack2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0RN6XPFq9XY/SN0_F0wm28I/AAAAAAAAAB4/STtamTQwmzc/s400/barack2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250422109878279106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG so last night me and some friends went to this event called iVOTE. There were organizations there making sure everyone was registered to vote, and supporters of either BARACK OBAMA or mccain....Mason was also there, you know the detroit pistons announcer, and I thought it was so cool how Barack sent Michigan State University a personal message, we had watched on the screen...and what did mccain supporters get....nuffin...that's a sign right there he don't care. OH it was this guy who was a captive over in iraq and he was telling his story about how they beat him unconsciously, and he lost 25 pounds and 23 days and everyone was sad and feeling for him, then he busted out and said ...it let me see how much I love my country and how it's bigger then me and this is why I'm voting for mccain...LMBO...everybody in there booed him lol it was so funny, about 99% of the people in there was for Barack. But on to the main event of the night. first this rock group called Brand New performed for about an hour they were good, but I was waiting on Nas. I was so excited to see him. He is an intellectual rapper that's why I love him. He did all the back in the day songs even his first song he wrote when he was 16. I sort of kind of fell in love him with, and may have gotten a little infatuated and stalkerish last night, but i'm good, i'm good. He speaks that real and I love artists like that, you know, that just keep it real and not afraid to speak there mind. But yeah he rocked it and If you haven't heard the new albulm please do. 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