<?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891</id><updated>2010-09-14T17:45:36.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>k.i.d.a.d.a</title><subtitle type='html'>Confessions of a D.A.D.A. A no-holds-barred blog about me...shockingly honest....all the time..every time!! 

Cheers!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-1282802416790311619</id><published>2009-12-08T11:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:24:14.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is here with us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey other than the normal celebrations, lets wish Jesus a happy birthday! This is the only birthday that is celebrated worldwide.....eeehh, can you beat that now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped waiting for my birthday cause its another reminder that I'm a year older, cmon now, what woman at my age wants to be reminded that wrinkles, toothless, saggyness and all those other things that accompany old age are around the corner....some celebrate growing old but not me, I stopped celebrating when I turned 21. I remember that night very well. It was a boat party near Embankment and it was too good. Me and my girl Yus, her then boyfriend Neil and his friend had to party all night long, club hopping all the way home. Yeah, years ago when I was 21 and I had a blast, never partyed again like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as we celebrate Christmas, my birthday is coming up too - 19th December. Once again, a year older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.I.R.T.H.D.A.Y - just another day in my life. Happy Birthday to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WISHING YA'LL A MERRY XMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-1282802416790311619?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/1282802416790311619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=1282802416790311619&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/1282802416790311619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/1282802416790311619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas.html' title='Xmas'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-4424380672682270766</id><published>2009-11-12T16:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:11:56.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just!</title><content type='html'>I was thinking how life has become so predictable and mundane.&lt;br /&gt;Is this part of growing up and getting old? I think not, maybe it is just the way I want to lead my life. Growing old does not mean life has to be boring.&lt;br /&gt;.........I just need to bring sexy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a break since I got one big responsibility to look after, but looking at her, she is growing every single day and she is my life. I need to get back on track and do something. She is going to be a part of me, but I have to concentrate on a few things before she comes back into my life again. The thought pains me every single day but....&lt;br /&gt;........I just have to let her go for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been procrastinating for way too long. Only two things are required now and once that is done, I pray to the almighty that I get accepted. I want to start this Spring 2010. No two ways about it.&lt;br /&gt;.......I just need to get accepted to my Masters' School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the added value a job brings to your life. Yeah, I can repeat that again. There are some things you need in life and a job is one of them. I need some liberation, it has been rough and tough I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;.......I just need  to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been mingling and socializing at all. I have dear friends but they are not near. I need to have a couple who I can call and just hang out with for old times sake. Having friends does bring a balance in life.&lt;br /&gt;.......I just need to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I miss my family to bits, but I miss my dad most!! He's the first man I loved and I will always love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-4424380672682270766?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/4424380672682270766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=4424380672682270766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/4424380672682270766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/4424380672682270766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2009/11/just.html' title='Just!'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-1696464088365327874</id><published>2009-10-31T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:32:02.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping on</title><content type='html'>Can I keep on keeping on?&lt;br /&gt;Can I make up making up?&lt;br /&gt;I feel drained every single day that goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling sadder than blue!&lt;br /&gt;These emotions are overwhelming me.&lt;br /&gt;I have never gone through this in my life.&lt;br /&gt;An eye-opener indeed, but of what good does it bring to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I have let it go on for too long.&lt;br /&gt;I need to take control now!!&lt;br /&gt;So help me God. Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-1696464088365327874?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/1696464088365327874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=1696464088365327874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/1696464088365327874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/1696464088365327874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2009/10/keeping-on.html' title='Keeping on'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-7636290779758039856</id><published>2009-10-16T03:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T03:32:35.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way?</title><content type='html'>Damned if you do, damned if you don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma galore, which way forward?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-7636290779758039856?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/7636290779758039856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=7636290779758039856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/7636290779758039856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/7636290779758039856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2009/10/way.html' title='The Way?'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-909933416439867016</id><published>2009-10-15T21:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:22:15.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>When I look back, I smile and wonder....&lt;br /&gt;And when a woman wonders, we can have a lot of stuff going all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at the emails.....&lt;br /&gt;They reveal so much, its just unbelievable. They were verbose and bombastic (Oooh Shaggy, reminds me of his infamous song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy when I look back and see the trail...&lt;br /&gt;A trail that has left me speechless, bewildered and stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, is time a b!tch?&lt;br /&gt;Time has unfolded a plethora of issues that leave me mentally in limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had to happen, happened.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am shattered....truly shattered beyond words!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never gone through this in my entire life and this was the last place I foresaw it happen.&lt;br /&gt;Never in a million years did I think I would experience it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, what really happened to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-909933416439867016?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/909933416439867016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=909933416439867016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/909933416439867016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/909933416439867016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-6787286517007934711</id><published>2009-10-14T09:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:47:44.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I think</title><content type='html'>I had always thought of you having my back&lt;br /&gt;Supporting me&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging me&lt;br /&gt;Motivating me&lt;br /&gt;Listening to me&lt;br /&gt;Caring for me&lt;br /&gt;Standing by me&lt;br /&gt;Loving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love?&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Why did we get caught up in this mess?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you wanna work with me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be right, why am I always wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you give me a hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I think...&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it when I already know where you stand?&lt;br /&gt;We clearly can't work it out?&lt;br /&gt;We are different in every single way possible?&lt;br /&gt;We will never see eye to eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are walking on two different paths...&lt;br /&gt;We are walking away from each other...&lt;br /&gt;Before our very own eyes...&lt;br /&gt;You have destroyed our dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-6787286517007934711?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/6787286517007934711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=6787286517007934711&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/6787286517007934711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/6787286517007934711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-think.html' title='What I think'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-4856327816053970310</id><published>2009-10-07T09:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:50:34.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Song</title><content type='html'>Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes he does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes he does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes he does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz the bible tells me so.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-4856327816053970310?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/4856327816053970310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=4856327816053970310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/4856327816053970310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/4856327816053970310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-song.html' title='Old Song'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-3170449506723880539</id><published>2009-09-12T15:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:12:06.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Make me understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does shit hit the fan? But why???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-3170449506723880539?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/3170449506723880539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=3170449506723880539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/3170449506723880539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/3170449506723880539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2009/09/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-886746176808421575</id><published>2009-08-22T22:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:30:14.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Battles</title><content type='html'>I usually sit and wonder...&lt;br /&gt;The search for answers continues.&lt;br /&gt;What more can I ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the biggest battles are fought in the mind..&lt;br /&gt;I will continue with the fight.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will see the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not an easy battle...&lt;br /&gt;But one has to do it&lt;br /&gt;I surrender to you my Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-886746176808421575?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/886746176808421575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=886746176808421575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/886746176808421575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/886746176808421575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2009/08/battles.html' title='Battles'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-80723721110303543</id><published>2009-08-19T17:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:47:08.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>It has been a while and like I just read from a buddy's site, writing is therapeutic. We sometimes need to express ourselves, writing being one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy folks! I do hope to resume my fulltime duties here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-80723721110303543?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/80723721110303543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=80723721110303543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/80723721110303543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/80723721110303543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2009/08/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-8079517305111964185</id><published>2008-06-28T14:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:42:01.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217016984640515170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wypS_yqJ9HM/SGaRTnytbGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5pMQfOOiRbc/s320/bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Remember the lyrics from K-Ci and JoJo's song, LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like a birdie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna fly free.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shouldn'ta gone down this way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happened to my master plan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuz I can't figure out....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not too sure about where I am or where am going; but I know that I'm not content feeling this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh my word....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-8079517305111964185?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/8079517305111964185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=8079517305111964185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/8079517305111964185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/8079517305111964185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2008/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wypS_yqJ9HM/SGaRTnytbGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5pMQfOOiRbc/s72-c/bored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-1839773818214638739</id><published>2008-05-23T16:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T16:58:07.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back or not ??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ultimateecards.com/cards/african-american-greeting-card-022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.ultimateecards.com/cards/african-american-greeting-card-022.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hehehe.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have gone missing for so long and how long I will stay on and post is unknown to me but I'll make the most of the time I have now since I can post a thing or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at my past drafts (unposted) items and I was all smiles.  What was I thinking when drafting them in the first place...hehehe...good to know that they didn't go public at all. An idle mind defintely goes without saying is a devil's workshop, and what a busy workship it was then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People have moved on and blogs somehow inactive....hmmm....will someone please bring back the crack we used to smoke then &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging was like crack, so so so addictive huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-1839773818214638739?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/1839773818214638739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=1839773818214638739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/1839773818214638739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/1839773818214638739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-or-not.html' title='Back or not ??!'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-2096911878145170346</id><published>2007-08-21T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:19:08.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like sisters.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wypS_yqJ9HM/Rsr_XHHVvgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVNpDxFD4Vc/s1600-h/sisters.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101170300462415362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wypS_yqJ9HM/Rsr_XHHVvgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVNpDxFD4Vc/s320/sisters.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wypS_yqJ9HM/Rsr8EXHVvfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4TpdeaYZeEs/s1600-h/lady.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;........we were..........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21st August, 2007 – 15.42 hours. Duration: 22 minutes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the phone with my cousin and a lot I got to hear from her. It really did make me think after the conversation and I tried to understand where she was coming from and why she thought all that about me. She put it down as a fact and I really didn’t like it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a thought shared by the close circles of friends/family around her?&lt;br /&gt;Did she find it necessary to communicate the same with me because I happened to get in touch after a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark you, this was someone so dear to me and we spoke on a daily basis – nothing could go by in our so-called lives without an update/consent – text or calls or a meet up. We were just tight like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think back, we used to talk about everything – education, people, men, booze, s.e.x, movies, places to go, the list is endless. We had in a lot in common to share all the time but now we can go a month plus and life goes on. Like it doesn’t faze me at all….but it does on her end - which I got to learn - and it kills me to know that I had deserted her and how many have I deserted on my path to sobriety. I have shut myself out completely and I have to admit, it pains me a lot that I am not living my ol’ life…..I miss everything about it, everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, I have changed or I presume I have. My life now is easily compared to - well, can it even be compared. I put the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; in boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; in monotonous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; in dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; in unexciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; in indoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; in recluse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………….need I say more…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I really changed? The thought keeps on banging like a hammer pounding on an anvil after the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to her, I used to be a fun-loving chic, jovial, outgoing, easy/cool to hang out with, easy to talk to, friendly, loving, caring and shared a lot of this and that. It was just super!!!! Everyone loved it and me for that, coz it was just me living my jolly good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all this, I replied –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cmon gal, what's wrong with ya!! Its work and I have grown up. My priorities have to change now. Gimme a break, will you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;But this answer wasn’t good enough at all. Errr…coming to think of it, it was dumb of me to have said that in the first place...who said growing up is boring??? Huh?? I must be crazy...jeez k.i.d.a.d.a!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m still young, not married and a foxy mama (H to the E.L.L.O)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(take TWO perhaps....)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was missing the ol’ stories we used to share – the life and tales of k.i.d.a.d.a was a chapter that was closed and hadn’t been reopened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point when it dawned on me that she was complaining and misses the old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really happened to me and why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Change? Growing up? Work? A break from what? ........I really suck.....hehehe......why lie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-2096911878145170346?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/2096911878145170346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=2096911878145170346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/2096911878145170346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/2096911878145170346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2007/08/like-sisters.html' title='Like sisters.......'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wypS_yqJ9HM/Rsr_XHHVvgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VVNpDxFD4Vc/s72-c/sisters.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-4669804937885482512</id><published>2007-07-03T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:05:51.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strung-out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wypS_yqJ9HM/Ropw0q-gc3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RJjMts76Uf0/s1600-h/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082999179632997234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wypS_yqJ9HM/Ropw0q-gc3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RJjMts76Uf0/s320/sleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;.......and I tossed and turned.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-4669804937885482512?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/4669804937885482512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=4669804937885482512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/4669804937885482512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/4669804937885482512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2007/07/strung-out.html' title='Strung-out?'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wypS_yqJ9HM/Ropw0q-gc3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/RJjMts76Uf0/s72-c/sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-115012949947770864</id><published>2006-06-12T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T11:34:12.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Italia baby.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/320/ITflag.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Cup is here again, but of course and I'm rooting for the one and only country Italy...other than the talent...hmmm....the men are so so so stupendous....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love watching them....working hard to score goals, tackling each other, prespiring, getting all angry at each other.....&lt;strong&gt;MEN AT WORK&lt;/strong&gt; on turf kinda thing going on right there....ohh bwoy!!!! LOL! Yeahhh baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ITALY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in a nutshell, why don't we just sit back and relax....the match's on tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L'Italia vincerà!!! Without a doubt!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh...I forgot, you can always jump onto this bandwagon right here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's supporting &lt;strong&gt;France/Argentina/Brazil&lt;/strong&gt;....why I ask?? Two good players don't make a team....Italy on the otherhand....hmm....need I say more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-115012949947770864?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/115012949947770864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=115012949947770864&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/115012949947770864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/115012949947770864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2006/06/italia-baby.html' title='Italia baby.....'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-114961075418166953</id><published>2006-06-06T10:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:40:46.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweety My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/empty%20martini%20glass.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/200/empty%20martini%20glass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my word!! I need all the &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOOTCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can get back in my life! It has always been and will remain...sweety my baby.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel.....like the above....an empty martini glass....with nothing going on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been craving..&lt;br /&gt;I have been thirsting...&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for one, I mean several.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you wanted something so bad you could actually taste it…trust me, right this minute, right now, this moment….I wish I could be sipping some….yeah…on the rocks to be precise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/hard%20liquor%20on%20the%20rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/200/hard%20liquor%20on%20the%20rocks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day after work, I always get this urge and my defenses are growing weak every passing day.....I surely, truly.......cannot hold this urge any more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry cause I just wanna have of a sip of that good stuff...its just indescribable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This temptation is just irresistable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for I have forsaken thee.....I need to hang out or sum’thing like that...wanna have some of that good stuff…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BRICKZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I finally got this dude.....but of course, has to do with my music collection....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a ruff neck or sum’thing like that but one song…."Sweety My Babbyyy"….is my favourite...Holla!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/brickz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/320/brickz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his music is so so cool, especially….&lt;strong&gt;Sweety ma baby&lt;/strong&gt;...plus &lt;strong&gt;Tjovitjo!!&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...TODDLES! Please keep you're fingers crossed for me....at least I get to drink instead of work work work and no play...aaarghh...don't you just hate this sometimes!?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can ya'll feel me?&lt;br /&gt;Can I get a witness...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-114961075418166953?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/114961075418166953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=114961075418166953&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/114961075418166953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/114961075418166953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweety-my-baby.html' title='Sweety My Baby'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-114849161977962968</id><published>2006-05-24T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T00:21:13.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This man</title><content type='html'>I got a text from a dude...yeah, a dude I had/have the hots for............!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REWIND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw him, I was like....dayummm, does the good Lord still make them this fine...I was totally mesmerized, but I had to play it cool, can't let dude know I am loving his cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Stacey had one look at him and she was like.....&lt;strong&gt;k.i.d.a.d.a....what are you waiting for?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;He's one fine man....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the thumbs up sign and I was like...easy girl, don't you know I'm not going to show it all up in his face like I do with other guys...LOL! There was just something about him that made it difficult for me to even chat him up and I'm always the bold one.....To tell you the truth, my, my, my, is all I could think and tell myself each time I glanced at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His attire was stupendous....I just loved his jacket, his trousers, his shirt, his shoes....aaaahhh...it was lovely...aahh....can remember each and every detail as I was scanning this dude up and down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he approached me, I was like, k.i.d.a.d.a.....why the hell are you freaking his presence around you....it was overwhelming and unbearably HOT....yeah, I was burning up inside ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then were chatting and getting to know what was going on around us and the usual stuff men ask ladies....uh huh, you know what I'm talking about. Cloud nine doesn't even begin to describe the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAST FORWARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a bad boy and when I say a bad boy, I mean he hustles, he got crazy/mad game and he's just baaaad!!! Mr. Nice is what he becomes with me but his mates know him as a hustler. Yeah, k.i.d.a.d.a was drawn to this dude and.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words perfectly describe him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler]&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know [Wanna let you know]&lt;br /&gt;It aint where I been [It aint where I been]&lt;br /&gt;But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!]&lt;br /&gt;Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]&lt;br /&gt;But be who I am [you know you love me]&lt;br /&gt;And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]&lt;br /&gt;You'll forget your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First text received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's up babe? Still got my milkshake?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is an inside joke...I texted back with a big smile on my face....you should know fellow bloggers and mates out there, this one dude always does it for me....jeez!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is the milkshake still mine or am I too late? How have you been my dear. Miss you so much, are you going to come back coz I'll be leaving for South Africa&lt;/strong&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it went on and on........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NB:&lt;/strong&gt; "Remember Kelis' tune - Milkshake?? Yeah.....that sums it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that certain dudes just cannot get out of your mind no matter what - time does nada to this equation right here - infact time makes it worse? They just need to communicate and then &lt;strong&gt;BINGO!!!&lt;/strong&gt; he's got the juices flowing like it was just yesterday......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do guys experience this? Do ya'll also have this one chic? She just needs to say, "Hello there" and then BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do when you got it so bad for this one particular chap......I know, I got it bad but under control :)....yeah right....JEEZ....k.i.d.a.d.a.....get yourself together now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-114849161977962968?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/114849161977962968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=114849161977962968&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/114849161977962968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/114849161977962968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-man.html' title='This man'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-114727445227389559</id><published>2006-05-10T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:36:21.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/200/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What delivery?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby delivery are the keywords here. It's got me thinking, when will k.i.d.a.d.a avail herself for that one type of delivery? My body is telling me YES, but my mind is typically saying NO! Which one will take over? Are the two conflicting train of thoughts making me indecisive and how soon will I make up my mind for that one delivery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/200/up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I find a man who wants to make babies....ehem, yeah right....HA!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've not made up my mind yet but I've been feeling this way for over a year now and to care for one will be wonderful....but jeez, when they cry or is it wail...I just won't stand it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/200/tear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....to touch those teeny weeny feet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/footie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/200/footie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just watch it play with you...that closeness/bond is just one of a kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/200/touch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so it's official, k.i.d.a.d.a wants to make babies but......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIC! TOC! TIC! TOC!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-114727445227389559?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/114727445227389559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=114727445227389559&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/114727445227389559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/114727445227389559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2006/05/kiddie.html' title='Kiddie'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-114606934013621241</id><published>2006-04-26T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T11:45:28.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hips Don't Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/shakira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/320/shakira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had time this weekend to chill out and watch tv, which is so unlike me....the number of music clips are astonishing, I am so not in touch with music videos....whatever happened to that chic? Huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flicking through channels, I came across one clip that left me mesmerized....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/shak23.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/200/shak23.0.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/shak16.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/200/shak16.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/shak23.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/shak23.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/shak23.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all remember the belly dancing that was in Whenever, Wherever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came &lt;em&gt;La Tortura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Hips Don't Lie!!! &lt;em&gt;Aiii Caramba....Mamma Mia&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give it up to Shakira....the gyrating makes me wanna crawl back and go for lessons on shaking that waist. Talk about boneless and spineless....it's just L.O.V.E.L.Y!! Those hips most definitely don't lie.....Shakira, I salute you with both hands...you go gal!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want that......I need that.......Can I have that???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dayummmm, I just wanna belly dance like Shakira!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal...allez allez allez!!! In the finals NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the KBW winners, kudos to ya'll. I hope you'll keep us entertained! Cheers....we should drink to that.....whatcha think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-114606934013621241?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/114606934013621241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=114606934013621241&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/114606934013621241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/114606934013621241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2006/04/hips-dont-lie.html' title='Hips Don&apos;t Lie'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-114476678348171267</id><published>2006-04-11T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:13:01.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/lauryn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/320/lauryn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a shock of my life yesterday. Ha! Thought I wasn't going to blog about it, didn't ya! Well surprise boo, here I come out to fire...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't emailed my ex and vice versa for like ages. So as usual, my daily routine is to get updates from all corners of the world...yeah, from my k.i.d.a.d.a clan members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, I receive an email from my ex and I'm like, this is exciting!!! But of course, the case of the ex is a wonderful one my friends, beautiful and magnificient...mmhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get emailing back and forth, then he drops the bomb shell, he's got a girl and loves her to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, did you read k.i.d.a.d.a - now a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green-eyed monster&lt;/span&gt; in the making?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was full of envy and as usual, I asked him to describe the lady, you know the whole she-bang, the whole nine!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB: We ladies love knowing what's so good and outstanding about this new woman in our exes life!! We just wanna suss them out a lil' like that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude confidently went on to give me her vital statistics and literally the height, hair, complexion blah blah blah.....I was like getting really jealous by the minute...arrghhh....how could he be so smitten. He used to be crazy about me, I used to make him go gaga over me, I always made him weak in the knees and then some........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, gimme a break, get me a kit-kat bar or something!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not wanting to sound awful, I go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WOW!!! I'm so happy for you boo and I'm sure you're a happy man now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had another surprise in store for me. I was like really dreading this because I felt like I was going to expect the unexpected about the new couple....like we're going to get engaged or something along those lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he's been blogging for ages and he's blog is &lt;a href="http://www..................................com"&gt;www..................................com&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!! Trust me, you've all been there and commented. How he managed to keep it on the down low is beyond me...but I'm impressed love, very impressed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbfounded, stunned and amazed. For so long and how could I not tell at all. Did I loose my touch? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EX....you're just unbelievable!!! &lt;strong&gt;*blows kiss*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-114476678348171267?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/114476678348171267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=114476678348171267&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/114476678348171267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/114476678348171267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2006/04/ex-factor.html' title='Ex factor'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-114364396232239196</id><published>2006-03-29T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:17:53.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder!</title><content type='html'>When I get the chance I read blogs and that's like once in a blue moon. Interesting stuff happening and impressive too. I just love reading your blogs! Where do you guys get these fresh ideas? Am I going through a long phase of de-motivation(blogging)......hahaha!! Holy mackerel!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been away from the blog world and I cannot seem to see the reason why. Maybe this, maybe that!! Whatever the reason is, I know I always think of loads of things to blog about but when I get to &lt;strong&gt;LOG ON&lt;/strong&gt;, I go blank and absolutely nada comes to my mind. Like right now, these are just random thoughts from head to blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are ya'll doing my people? Anything to say? Anything to wonder about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still blank and having to sit infront of a computer for more than 10 hours every single day...I still go blank when it comes to blogging? Why is it that I've got a trillion plus things to blog about away from the computer and when I get to actually do the deed...ZILCH, ZERO, ZIP...Zzzzzzz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I wanna:&lt;br /&gt;a) Soak my tired self in a bath tub, sip on some Chardonney!&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;b) Met up dude for a quiet dinner followed by some crazy pampering!&lt;br /&gt;0R&lt;br /&gt;c) Listen to my MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;d) ....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alright people, chant after me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ARSENAL.......YEEEEHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ARSENAL.......YAAAAAHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem.....so so so gratifying......and on that note, I digress!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-114364396232239196?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/114364396232239196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=114364396232239196&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/114364396232239196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/114364396232239196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder!'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-113748490571965294</id><published>2006-01-17T01:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T02:12:03.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeez zzz zzz....</title><content type='html'>Howdy Folks! Happy New Year!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.....!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/yawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/320/yawn.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been that long huh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-113748490571965294?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/113748490571965294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=113748490571965294&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/113748490571965294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/113748490571965294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2006/01/jeez-zzz-zzz.html' title='Jeez zzz zzz....'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-113321460319972886</id><published>2005-11-28T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:11:41.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come away with me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/dance.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/320/dance.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club: Smoky Jones.&lt;br /&gt;Time: 2100hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A high-pitched shriek of the microphone sent everyone quiet. It suddenly went dark and spotlights were illuminating brightly on stage - the only lighting in all this blackness. Murmurs in the sitted crowd as Alonzo cleared his throat to announce in his baritone voice. Before he could utter a word, Jacquie - the club patron, quickly paced up to the stage. I thought to myself as I watched the tiny screen in my room back stage. As it was always expected, they could not start because they were waiting for someone special to make an appearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a short interval, lights in this posh corner Club were back on again but dimmed. Most people were sitted enjoying the night with tables overflowing with hard liquor, wine, champagne, caviar and all things nice. The dimmed lights created an ambient atmosphere and an element of arousal-in-the-waiting. Soft jazz was playing in the background, thanks to Larry Browns Quintet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my room with Doug, the cute make-up assistant who was making final preparations. The back stage was in total chaos. The hustle and bustle found at the market was being exhibited at an alarming proportion. I wanted some peace and quiet. Doug stood by my side touching up on my make up and powdering my nose – I wondered out aloud, “Where is B!”? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeping through the curtain, I saw him. He was at the bar. This man sends rippling effects inside me. It was simply toe curling and quite a spine tingler. It was strange how when good things rain, they pour loads. He poured me into bed when I remember my first formal encounter with him, my clothes were suddenly off and I did not resist whatsoever. I knew it was going down; it felt good, oh so good! It sent a sweet shiver to my lower torso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B! with his elbow leaning against the bar counter was facing his elated crowd of women all over him seeking his attention and flirting relentlessly. That did not bother me. I knew at the back of my mind I was the one he wanted and I satisfied him in every way he desired. I had him locked down. He also knew I had an equally large base of male fans and it drove him up the wall when he saw flowers, air tickets, gifts and chocolate from admirers. On one occasion, a diamond wrist watch was slipped into my mink coat. It was impossible not to receive such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked away from the bar but there was lady who followed him behind. Having a smoke and standing tall, he took a sip of his favourite Scotch and looked around; with total disregard of the groupie yapping – his poise and composure was ever so sleek. He caught a glimpse of me staring at him.His ciggie crashed to the floor and sent a few red balls of fire about. Stubbing it out with his polished tan shoes, he grinned at me. My stomach catapulted. My mind was taken aback to our brief rendezvous in the ladies a few minutes ago. Raging hormones in play - I gave him a sly look then smiled. He winked and motioned me to join him. I gladly left Doug as I sashayed myself to my B! in this short little number I was wearing tonight.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-113321460319972886?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/113321460319972886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=113321460319972886&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/113321460319972886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/113321460319972886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2005/11/come-away-with-me.html' title='Come away with me....'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-112971720726829919</id><published>2005-10-19T05:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T06:06:07.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with dat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/320/hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no longer a phenomenon - no hulla balloo about it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay men/transsexuals/shoga - you name it, are a part of our society and its not going to end now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are more feminine than the female species. They talk the talk, walk the walk, swagger the swagger...&lt;strong&gt;HELL&lt;/strong&gt;, they just know how to work it....If you ever come to London...S.O.H.O is the place to B.E!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a gay friend and trust me, he looks mighty good and plenty! If he was straight...&lt;strong&gt;Aiiii P.A.P.I&lt;/strong&gt;....I would've been all up and down his B.I.Z.N.E.S.S like white on rice..I choose to digress like right about now. He's such a darling, adorable and fantastic but straight men would not go out for drink with him or hang out with him whatsoever. Why??? I know what the answer is but let's be realistic for once dudes, can you be dubbed gay because you went for a weekend tipple with him??&lt;strong&gt; MAKE ME UNDERSTAND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it contagious or addictive? Why does it create a climate of horror and displeasure among straight men?? &lt;strong&gt;MAKE ME UNDERSTAND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I remember some time back watching an episode of 'Dismissed' on MTV. We were chilling at my flat and having a good time. My brother and my male cousins/mates were totally and utterly disgusted to see that the next three some to date were gay guys. They left the living room to me and my female buddies. &lt;strong&gt;MAKE ME UNDERSTAND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Them(not in unison&lt;/strong&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;- What's showing on the other channels?&lt;br /&gt;- K.i.d.a.d.a, is this some cheap joke?&lt;br /&gt;- This ain't even one helluva joke! Its sickening!!K.i.d.a.d.a please!!&lt;br /&gt;- How can you watch gay guys..this is way out of order man!!!&lt;br /&gt;- I'd rather watch lesbians anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I flashed them a smile*&lt;/strong&gt; - not saying a word angered them more...I couldn't be bothered about them being vexed. The girls want to watch and enjoy! It was only going to last 7-8 minutes...there wasn't even going to be a sex scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They abhor such tendencies and they'd rather plot a murder instead! LOL..yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what's up with that? What's up with their reaction?? It's just a one-off thing but they treated it like I was subjecting them to a lifetime of &lt;strong&gt;GAY GALORE! &lt;/strong&gt;Boy pleasssseeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys were cuddling, snogging, pinching butts, getting a teeny bit grimey and I was thinking..they look so happy together and are not in the least self conscious or bothered about their surroundings. They're being so affectionate like any other couple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is it incredibly sad?&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they know they have these female attributes at any time during their growth - childhood, teenagehood to adulthood?&lt;br /&gt;3. Is it a little inappropriate to have such men around?&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you dismiss a gay guy on the grounds that he's just not straight like you and me?&lt;br /&gt;5. And so what if he hits it from the back?? Does he have an alternative :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***I digress***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.k.i.e.y, please pass me some hooch! Thank you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-112971720726829919?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/112971720726829919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=112971720726829919&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/112971720726829919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/112971720726829919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-up-with-dat.html' title='What&apos;s up with dat?'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8323891.post-112895562192707464</id><published>2005-10-10T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:14:12.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/ciara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/320/ciara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is Ciara a man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rumour has been doing rounds for too long and had disregarded it but then again, this is funny and at the same time I have to say....Yikes!!!!! Bow Wow is dating her? Yeah, has he sampled the &lt;strong&gt;'goodies' &lt;/strong&gt;yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her songs, the way she gyrates, her crunk style....I think&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/ciara12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/200/ciara11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she's good at what she does..entertaining her loyal fans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why come up with such allegations? Poor Ciara..this is character assasination to another level...are her goodies now questionable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a message board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's a hermaprodite you morons! this whole rumour thingy was started when oprah interviewed her mom and her mom told oprah that ciara had both parts...HERMAPRODITE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a hiphop website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Message claims that hip-hop/R&amp;B star Ciara was born a man and is either a transvestite or underwent a sex-change operation to become a transsexual. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeh dudes, I bet if this turned out not to be a rumour ya'll will be shattered and disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;She has all men hooked...but will ya'll unhook yourselves or just love her/im regardless of his/er sexuality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/ciara2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/320/ciara2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/1600/ciara3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7324/558/320/ciara3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I digress.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8323891-112895562192707464?l=kidada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/feeds/112895562192707464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8323891&amp;postID=112895562192707464&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/112895562192707464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8323891/posts/default/112895562192707464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kidada.blogspot.com/2005/10/ciara.html' title='Ciara'/><author><name>k.i.d.a.d.a</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15486444121241823863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00814548502092231607'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry></feed>