<?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-8219433824573681091</id><updated>2011-09-28T19:30:07.059-04:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='cover'/><category term='struggle'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>bree bankz raw &amp; uncut</title><subtitle type='html'>beware fakes &amp;amp; the sensitve; reading discretion advised! may hurt feelings or cause hatred. real is all i can be *kanye shrug*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-8908677694780856090</id><published>2011-02-01T23:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:50:15.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what brittney wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
okay. let me start off with telling you about me. my name is brittney. my favorite fun size friend brittany gave me the name "bree bankz". i'm 21, born &amp;amp; raised in ga (real peach aka grady baby) but i sound like im from up north. growing up i wasnt into the "girly" things. so you can say i was a tom boy. liked hanging out with the guys playing basketball, football, soccer, baseball, etc... and as much as i loved sports i never played anything in school. i was the shy type. plane jane. didnt fit in with a lot of ppl &amp;amp; girls hated me (still do lol). &amp;amp; last... i have big heart. super nice, caring and i love hard. i'll give my last to help someone out &amp;amp; you'll never hear me ask for anything back.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've only had two boyfriends. first, total asshole. cheated numerous times &amp;amp; he's the reason i HATE valentines day... i caught him cheating that day. lovely huh? second, sweetheart but controlling. i couldn't go out &amp;amp; i had to cut off all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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so right now I'm currently single, been 3 yrs and i don't plan on making it 4. lOl. during this time i've only dealt with a few people &amp;amp; i wasted a lot of time. sticking around through bullshit, listening to the "i care about you" and "I'm not trying to hurt you" when the end result is... you don't care, you've been lying &amp;amp; now im hurt. i was just the girl you could give temporary pleasure to &amp;amp; tell sweet nothings to... enough to hold me over until the next time you wanna deal with me. i actually believed the "when i get my shit together, we can be together" even after a yr... i'm stuck on that one thing, "he gotta get his shit together. i respect it". when reality was he just kept me around because he knew i would accept that bullshit &amp;amp; i was convenient. &lt;br /&gt;
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you can only blame the person for so long. so after realizing this dude never brought me around friends, only hit me up when he wasn't "busy" and the only time we spend is when we fuck... i should have threw up the deuces. &lt;br /&gt;
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now, i've learned a lot from my past. &amp;amp; regardless of what other people have done to me, my heart still beats like its never been broken. i cant make my current pay for what they did but i can make sure i don't fall for the same bullshit. so this is what i simply want:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;time&lt;/b&gt;: i understand people get busy and i respect that. i'm not asking for someone to be under me 24/7 but i would like to spend some genuine one on one time *please note, sex does not count as spending time when thats the only thing being done.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;conversation&lt;/b&gt;: i text a lot but it would be nice to hear someone's voice over the phone. i kinda miss the late night conversations. especially when you can't sleep. &amp;amp; in person... i do talk a lot. i just don't like talking to myself. that's when the awkward silence comes in. lets avoid that.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;appreciation&lt;/b&gt;: this has to be the 2nd main thing for me. i do a lot. &amp;amp; even though i don't ask for anything back, it would be nice to have that reciprocated. that doesn't mean someone has to spend money on me. everyone going through hard times. understandable. there are other ways to show me you appreciate what i do (time &amp;amp; conversation). also, it would nice to go on dates. never had that.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;respect&lt;/b&gt;: most important. i shouldn't have to explain this &amp;amp; i wont.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;honesty&lt;/b&gt;: this i shouldnt have to explain either but a lot of people lack this. &lt;u&gt;DONT &lt;/u&gt;save my feelings by lying to me. when you can just let me go before it builds up. i deserve that much. because if you honestly appreciate me &amp;amp; respect me, you wont intentionally hurt me. if your going to waste my time let me know. i can respect u more if your real &amp;amp; upfront.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt; &lt;b&gt;trust&lt;/b&gt;: this goes with honesty. i try not to think "oh he going to play me like the last" so this is something that has to be worked on. i pay attention to actions &amp;amp; very few words. want my trust? then show me i can.&lt;/li&gt;
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i'm a simple chic really. not that hard to figure me out... as you see i don't want much. hopefully current knows this by now ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-8908677694780856090?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/8908677694780856090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=8908677694780856090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/8908677694780856090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/8908677694780856090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-brittney-wants.html' title='what brittney wants'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-4588555166050718703</id><published>2011-01-21T03:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T03:46:53.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for you</title><content type='html'>its late and i'm sitting here thinking about that question you asked me... what if one day i never got that call because something happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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the thought of you being hurt or even losing you hurts...&amp;nbsp; so i wonder... if you would've saw those tears when i shared how i really felt... would you have done what you did that night?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;the past cant change and ive accepted that. but if i hold this in my heart &amp;amp; hold back everything, i'll wake up one day &amp;amp; regret not working things out because you can be gone. tomorrow isnt promised. so i dont want to go to sleep mad or sad. i dont want days to turn into weeks of not speaking. i honestly just want to let all of this go &amp;amp; be able to trust you again. smile when i hear your name. go to sleep at night with the thought of sleeping alone is temporary because i know i'll be next to you again.&lt;br /&gt;
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i'm willing to work on this, help you get shit together &amp;amp; show you how different this can be... you just gotta meet me half way. you really need me? let me know and we can do this. your feelings genuine &amp;amp; this isnt a "stick around just in case" then let me know. dont make me play the fool. please. if you say your nothing like my past, show me.&lt;br /&gt;
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time to stop looking back babe &amp;amp; look at whats in front of you. let go, stop being scared. you have soo much potential to be better in every way. i have so much faith in you. your not doing this alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;xoxo much love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-4588555166050718703?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/4588555166050718703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=4588555166050718703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/4588555166050718703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/4588555166050718703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-for-you.html' title='this is for you'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-1710047605086165011</id><published>2011-01-21T01:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T01:23:10.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna make bombtastic love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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im into that take me there mentally &amp;amp; emotionally sex aka love making. this video describes that. wooo yes! Raheem did that damn thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-1710047605086165011?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/1710047605086165011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=1710047605086165011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/1710047605086165011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/1710047605086165011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wanna-make-bombtastic-love.html' title='i wanna make bombtastic love.'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-19393723039067323</id><published>2011-01-17T23:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:50:04.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dear heart,</title><content type='html'>let me love like you cant break. let me love him with no regrets. hold all of this together because its worth it. calm me down when i'm in doubt. remind me of how good he is &amp;amp; find forgiveness in my heart to look past his wrong doings because his good spirit over powers all of that. tell me its okay to cry because this pain is only temporary and i'll be laughing &amp;amp; smiling soon. constantly remind me of how he gives me butterflies &amp;amp; keeps me high. if i cant sleep when he's not around &amp;amp; those restless nights keep me up just tell me i'll be with him soon. if i go a day with out speaking or even see him it would be nice to know he didnt forget about me.&lt;br /&gt;
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also, can you let him know i'm different... that i'll never hurt him &amp;amp; its okay to let me into his heart. and even though i'm upset i cant leave. i know he's good and we can work through this together if he tries. plus tell him to not be afraid of taking this step... i promise he wont regret it, just meet me half way...&lt;br /&gt;
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last, i know he's sorry just "promise me hearts wont break" and this is real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-19393723039067323?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/19393723039067323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=19393723039067323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/19393723039067323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/19393723039067323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-heart.html' title='dear heart,'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-5767698250216645817</id><published>2010-12-29T01:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:24:35.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fed up</title><content type='html'>if you really know me, you'll know I work very hard. bearly have time for myself but I seem to make time for others. if you need me, I'm there. I'm just a person you can depend on. I'll never let you down. 
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lately I've been working two jobs, finally got me a car, haven't had a real off day in a min. And when I do get a day away from both jobs, I end up working anyway. why? cuz everyone knows if you need me I'm there. if it's not work, I'm running around doing things for people. 
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now I'm at this point where I'm tired. today I realized I'm doing too much for nothing. I give my time, money and heart without looking for shit back. hoping my hard work will finally be recognized. has it? hell no. i'm tired of ppl saying they will come through with shit only to let me down later. I'm tired of losing sleep, working my ass off every day for a job that looks over me &amp; won't give me the position I fckn deserve. Britney Ann is fed up! 
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I hate being mean. it's hard cuz I'm a really sweet person but the ppl around me don't deserve it. my time is being wasted &amp; I'm ready to throw up the dueces. time to make some changes...&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/8219433824573681091-5767698250216645817?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/5767698250216645817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=5767698250216645817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/5767698250216645817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/5767698250216645817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2010/12/fed-up.html' title='fed up'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-4422382070089560789</id><published>2010-11-17T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:10:11.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do you prefer a title?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qmg7gKLfdG8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/qmg7gKLfdG8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;


this is like a response vid to miss jia's recent post.

@MissJia:  SheSoFly.com | Relationships + Titles &lt;a class="yt-uix-redirect-link" dir="ltr" href="http://bit.ly/9jvTzC" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://bit.ly/9jvTzC"&gt;http://bit.ly/9jvTzC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-4422382070089560789?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/4422382070089560789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=4422382070089560789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/4422382070089560789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/4422382070089560789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-prefer-title.html' title='do you prefer a title?'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-6993330462488385533</id><published>2010-11-17T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:46:57.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the conversation</title><content type='html'>My heart woke me up with a familiar song this morning. Beating loud and strong. She said, "wake up child. God has given you another day. stand on your feet. straighten your back. hold your head up and dont you dare look down. walk with faith in your soul. dont let fear guide you. trust HIM with everything because HE will never lead you wrong."&lt;br /&gt;
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"but im afraid... this feeling in the pit of my stomach wont go away.", Its like stormy weather taking over my sunny day. My blue skies slowly start to fade... The more i concentrate on this feeling... My heart beats louder.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Get Up! Dont lay in this bed full of doubts, only pigs sleep in their own filth. your a strong women. Stand Up!"&lt;br /&gt;
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So i take a deep breath and I say this prayer, "God I'm asking for your help... Im asking for better judgment... I'm asking for strength. Please take the wheel. Ive stepped off your path and I'm lost. Come back and guide me. Take my heart. Remove this negative feeling in my soul. Protect me... I need YOU. In Jesus Christ name I pray. AMEN"&lt;br /&gt;
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Then i got up, stood on my feet and said, Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today is a new day. Make your choices off of faith, not doubt.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-6993330462488385533?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/6993330462488385533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=6993330462488385533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/6993330462488385533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/6993330462488385533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2010/11/conversation.html' title='the conversation'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-688360951059278025</id><published>2010-11-17T00:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:21:58.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my weakeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;
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my heart...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
its
  hard for me to stay mad at someone, hold a grudge, or hate someone. if
 you didnt know me, you would call me foolish, passive, naive, stupid. i
 just think my heart is big... too big.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
no i dont wear it 
on my shoulder, you can see and hear it through my chest. the sound and 
sight of a thousand women praising and dancing. close your eyes and 
imagine their feet hitting the ground in unison. listen to the strength 
in their voices &amp;amp; feel the words as it hits your soul and explodes. 
thats my heart. its a melody you cant forget. a song that never misses a
 beat. so when i love... i love hard. i cant help but care.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
people
 see that. they come into my village like a wolf in sheep clothing 
praising and dancing. before you know it, these women are no longer 
standing up right, their on their knees. it hurts... feels like someone 
has set fire to my haven.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
thats when i shut down but when 
im back up, my heart is still the same. no bitterness. the taste is 
still sweet. im back to loving like my heart cant break...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ive
 been broken, lied to, cheated on, used like everyone else but i cant 
find that hatred in my heart to not let someone in, love or care again. 
im a good person thats been in the wrong places... i know this... my 
main mistake was looking past the negative, trying to find some good, 
making excuses... when it was clear as day that no matter how much I 
care... this person wont change, that person doesnt deserve me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
im
 not changing. just because that person didnt appreciate what i have, 
someone else will...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;
4 Love suffers 
long and is kind; love  does not envy; love does not parade itself, is 
not puffed up; 5 does not  behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not 
provoked, thinks no evil; 6  does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices 
in the truth; 7 bears all  things, believes all things, hopes all 
things, endures all things. 8  Love never fails. - 1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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so if i told you i love you now because tomorrow isn't promised and i don't want to wait for that day to come, what would you think?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
if i told you i want you now because i don't wanna risk not seeing you when i wake up, what would you say? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
this might be too straight forward and I'm not trying to scare you away but life is too short and i cant risk this. i can sit here and say i might regret this later on but honestly, the true regret will be not telling you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've already made up my mind, I'm going to love like my heart can't 
break...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you already know how i feel, so why not speak on this now? who said it wont end up there? who knows? this is a chance I'm taking because i feel like its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you can say these are my feelings for that future moment... just in case i don't get a chance to say it then.... i wanna say it now&lt;br /&gt;
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so pull out those pink bras &amp;amp; show some support&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
i dont know what the fuck is going on honestly. i dont know what all of this means... im trying to find the words to explain all of this but i cant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-133153698188767822?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/133153698188767822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=133153698188767822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/133153698188767822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/133153698188767822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2010/07/fighting-demons.html' title='fighting demons...'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-3599678099036703809</id><published>2010-07-21T03:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:02:09.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unfinished memories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Now it's no more text messages, no calls, just strictly IMs and some 
occasional facebook messages; since he's always busy and I respect it. 
Damn I miss seeing his name pop up in my phone. It's been so long and 
I'm yearning for his attention, his love, his touch. "Bree you hooked 
and you know it", I think to myself. Before the lost communication I got
 the little attention I wanted and even though he couldn't be around 
like I wanted him to, I kept him close with unforgettable memories...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was late and I just got out the shower. The smell of Victoria Secrets
 love spell on my body as I step out and wrap the towel around me. Pick 
up my phone and see that I received a text message, "Are you coming". I 
smile biting my lips because I know what I'm about to get into, but I'll
 make him wait. Grab my love spell body lotion and rub it all over, then
 slip on my red lace boy shorts with the matching bra. Spray a little 
bit of Dream Angels Heavenly, because I know he like that shit. Smelling
 all good, I know what Iím doing; I want to leave the scent in his 
sheets. Give him something to think about when I leave. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(&lt;b&gt;unfinished; note this was typed out almost 2yrs ago&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-3599678099036703809?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/3599678099036703809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=3599678099036703809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/3599678099036703809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/3599678099036703809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2010/07/unfinished-memories.html' title='unfinished memories...'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-178851564484183030</id><published>2010-07-14T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T09:04:09.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl behind the scenes</title><content type='html'>The one who is always there but you never hear about or see. Brought up in random conversations but always ends with an, "oh okay". Conversations are uncomfortable, no one even knows we speak. Won't speak about me, don't want people knowing you think about me. It's too much shame in how you feel, won't be seen with me. 
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If your smart you'll know the girl that's behind that red curtain gets her credit sooner or later. That's when you'll see me. That's when you'll act like you know me. That's the day youll realize I'm so much more and you'll need me. But I won't be there. I'll be stepping from behind that curtain and standing in front of ppl that will appreciate me.
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~Bree     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-178851564484183030?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/178851564484183030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=178851564484183030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/178851564484183030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/178851564484183030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-behind-scenes.html' title='The girl behind the scenes'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-3638730926017885828</id><published>2010-07-10T22:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:19:06.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mars vs venus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
this is the big bang, so &lt;b&gt;unpredictable&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
sex, love we'll find out whose in control..
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;mars vs venus&lt;/b&gt;, yeaah
&lt;br /&gt;
and when the worlds collide
&lt;br /&gt;
this is the big bang, step into the ring of fire 
&lt;br /&gt;
sex, love we'll find who can take &lt;b&gt;desire&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
mars vs venus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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...I'm afraid of failure. The fact that I could fail at something, anything will hold me back from my wants. I'm afraid of being hurt again and again. I fear the day my heart is consumed because I won't know what to do. I won't know how to act. I fear I won't be good enough, even when I give my all. Because when I give my all, seems like it's never enough. I'm afraid I'm actually going to let go of it all, forget and be happy? Why fear happiness? Because your risking it all. All of this could be just for a season. Your no longer in your comfort zone. Everything seems so right, it doesn't feel real. Crazy huh? Well you'll be surprised, this is the very reason why ppl aren't happy.
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I've kept my self in this comfort zone too long. I'm ready. Alicia keys. I want the unthinkable. I'm not stopping until I get what I want&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-7259476850605368093?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/7259476850605368093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=7259476850605368093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/7259476850605368093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/7259476850605368093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-mind-goes.html' title='Where the mind goes.'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-8808961151379647904</id><published>2010-05-26T23:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:52:12.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>trey does it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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i can honestly say. i like trey &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;songz&lt;/span&gt; videos because they tell a story. most videos lack that. just have half naked &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;chics&lt;/span&gt; dancing around or club scenes. video doesn't match what the song is saying.&lt;br /&gt;
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this video was a disappointment. i thought it was gonna be hot. sexy. give me wet panties. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; ya know since trey been on it lately. but obviously it lacked all of that... i waited for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;
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but back to "yo side of the bed" all &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;ima&lt;/span&gt; say is... this video had me in tears. i had to wipe my track pad off. &lt;b&gt;GREAT JOB&lt;/b&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-8808961151379647904?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/8808961151379647904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=8808961151379647904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/8808961151379647904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/8808961151379647904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2010/05/trey-does-it-again.html' title='trey does it again...'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-7283178429593062677</id><published>2010-05-25T05:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T05:54:50.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hood love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="553" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f95yosNEIoc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/f95yosNEIoc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="553" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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this is a good song &amp; the video is on point &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-7283178429593062677?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/7283178429593062677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=7283178429593062677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/7283178429593062677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/7283178429593062677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hood-love.html' title='hood love'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-1225217064863596038</id><published>2010-04-27T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T01:50:25.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>baby take off your cool.</title><content type='html'>i dont know how to start this off so i'm going to just type until it makes sense...&lt;br /&gt;
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realized for the past two years ive built this wall up. didnt care to make new friends because that meant more drama. didnt want to go out because everything everyone else did i didnt do. i dont club all the time and im not a big drinker. im a simple, laid back person... but thats not appealing to most people. so i just stayed to myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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ive gotten so comfortable with my ways to the point its kinda hard for me to be a lil bit more open with someone im feeling. i analyze so much when i should just accept that this person might like me and wants to get to know me... like im hella open behind this keyboard and txt msgs but when i need to turn my thoughts into actions, i freeze up. need to stop thinking what if's because "what if" i fuck around and start doing shit late...&lt;br /&gt;
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What happen to picking up the phone and calling people. Dont get me wrong, I got a bad habit of&amp;nbsp; not calling ppl now too BUT when i try its simply dull. Its like I'm talking to myself half the time. Then when I run out of things to say, you wanna sit on the phone and hear me breathe *hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanna go back to the late night conversations and calling someone just because. It meant a little bit more, shi still does. If a guy calls me, I'll appreciate more than a few characters. Sending a txt these days is just like saying "I'm just sending you this to hold you over, so you cant say i dont talk to you" Not every txt but most. There's no emotion behind it, its easy and simple.&lt;br /&gt;
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So for now on can we work on having real conversations? I like seeing the name pop up but I wanna get to know YOU. Cant get that through a txt msg. Hearing your words means so much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-8345225671092651598?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/8345225671092651598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=8345225671092651598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/8345225671092651598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/8345225671092651598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-happen.html' title='what happen?'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-4626420555625353783</id><published>2010-04-06T01:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:35:44.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>damn its been forever</title><content type='html'>okay. i have neglected my page but i promise im coming back. gimme some days to get this back up &amp;amp; i'll be posting again. meanwhile follow me on twitter: @breebankz. thnx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-4626420555625353783?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/4626420555625353783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=4626420555625353783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/4626420555625353783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/4626420555625353783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2010/04/damn-its-been-forever.html' title='damn its been forever'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-8146564696047280044</id><published>2009-10-16T01:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:03:15.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>femmefatale » comingsoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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okay. soo this is about the &lt;b&gt;jay-z deception&lt;/b&gt;. now im not a hater. i use to listen to his music. cds &amp;amp; all; shi now ill catch my self jamming to random songs (run this town) ... but there was one song i found interesting, ¹lucifer. for some reason i use to have that song on heavy rotation. i didnt think anything of it just thought it was odd to name a song that. soo hmm ill say a yr aqo, i peeped a vid &amp;amp; it was jay making the song. im like yeaah i fckd with that &amp;amp; he made a cmnt bout the bible. i dont remember exactly what it was but i was like nawww everyone has their beliefs but it didnt sit riqht with me. sooo i did more reaserch on jay &amp;amp; all this came up bout him being a ²freemason, where he qot the rocafella from, just went in depth. so thats when i made up my mind, im not support him. its not like he's muslim or something &amp;amp; i can just brush it off. but come on now... if your not ignorant like most &amp;amp; know about ³paganism you wont fuck with it eitha. its like avoiding going to a friends house that christian &amp;amp; your atheist, all becuz they dont respect your beliefs &amp;amp; try to convert u. well its the same thing... they just doing it in a sneaky way... its not even sneaky. yall just blind. some shit ppl do just not right. all im saying is be careful about what u let into ur mind, heart &amp;amp; soul. cuz the way the world going, ppl tryna bust hell wide open &amp;amp; bring ur ass with em. shi i JUST found out my cousin was one, im like wtf? &amp;amp; it makes me think about how they did my grams before shi died, i dont trust em... open your eyes. &lt;b&gt;god bless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;²&lt;/b&gt; freemasonry is actually a pagan religion, the worship of pagan gods. It is idolatry. In the Commandment dealing with idolatry, God says:&lt;br /&gt;
"&lt;i&gt;...you shall not bow down to them nor serve them. For I, the Lord your God, am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children to the third and fourth generations of those who hate Me&lt;/i&gt;." (&lt;b&gt;Exodus 20:5&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;³&lt;/b&gt; “&lt;i&gt;Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images made to look like mortal man and birds and animals and reptiles. Therefore God gave them over in the sinful desires of their hearts to sexual impurity for the degrading of their bodies with one another&lt;/i&gt;” (&lt;b&gt;Romans 1:22-24&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;this might not be enough for u; but do your research like i did. you'll see once u open ur mind up to it [: REMEMBER im not tryna convert ppl just simply showing you the truth&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; giving you a few facts to start u off&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b class="Dateline"&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Kandi Burruss, one of the members on "Real Housewives of Atlanta," recieved shocking news Friday niqht. Her fiancé, Ashley “A.J.” Jewell, was in an alteraction in the parking lot at The Body Tap &amp;amp; received a severe blow to the head. He was taken to the Piedmont Hospital but didnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Prayers go out to Kandi &amp;amp; her family. This is truly a sad situation ): &amp;amp; it breaks my heart that a family had to lose someone they loved because of this foolishness. We have to do better, its getting out of control.&lt;b&gt; STOP THE VIOLENCE&lt;/b&gt; ! &lt;br /&gt;
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if your a paramore &lt;b&gt;fan&lt;/b&gt;, this is for you. the song i posted is called "&lt;i&gt;all i wanted&lt;/i&gt;" its my favorite track on the cd. if u actually take the time to listen to it, i bet you can relate.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;amp; hayley put soo much into this. you can tell when she sings the chorus how she hits the note, its a lot of emotion behind it. makes the song a lil bit more personal. i love it ! &lt;br /&gt;
plus i really want to see them live &amp;amp; heard they should be coming to ATL. if so, who's coming? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-3349637063337717149?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/3349637063337717149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=3349637063337717149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/3349637063337717149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/3349637063337717149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2009/10/brand-new-eyes-paramore.html' title='brand new eyes | paramore'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-2880870858807516336</id><published>2009-09-29T03:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T03:57:24.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>she's a very freaky qirl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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omgggg yall know i love me some &lt;b&gt;amber rose&lt;/b&gt;. i was talkinq to this chica on twitter bout her &amp; she brought up this interview im like yeaaah i remember. wooo lawd i had to peep it aqain. she bad, freaky and not a slut with it. much respect; when she w| a man. she's w| a man only. vice versa (no threesome) wordd ! well that means haha i can have u to myself. no sharing =P 
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CHICAGO - Cell phone footage showing a group of teens viciously kicking and striking a 16-year-old honors student with splintered railroad ties has ramped up pressure on Chicago officials to address chronic violence that has led to dozens of deaths of city teens each year.&lt;br /&gt;
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The graphic video of the afternoon melee emerged on local news stations over the weekend, showed the fatal beating of Derrion Albert, a sophomore honor roll student at Christian Fenger Academy High School. His death was the latest addition to a toll that keeps getting higher: More than 30 students were killed last school year, and the city could exceed that number this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Prosecutors charged three teenagers on Monday with fatally beating Albert, who was walking to a bus stop when he got caught up in the mob street fighting, authorities said.&lt;br /&gt;
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The violence stemmed from a shooting early Thursday morning involving two groups of students from different neighborhoods, said Tandra Simonton, a spokeswoman for the Cook County prosecutor's office. When school ended, members of the two groups began fighting near the Agape Community Center.&lt;br /&gt;
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The attack, captured in part on a bystander's cell phone video, shows Albert being struck on the head by one of several young men wielding wooden planks. After he falls to the ground an appears to try to get up, he is struck again and then kicked.&lt;br /&gt;
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Prosecutors charged Silvonus Shannon, 19, Eugene Riley, 18, and Eric Carson, 16, with first-degree murder, and they were ordered held without bond on Monday, said Andy Conklin, a spokesman for the Cook County prosecutor's office. The Cook County Public Defender's Office, which represented the three teenagers in court, had no immediate comment Monday.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chicago police said charges are pending against a fourth suspect and that they are looking for at least three more suspects, but would not discuss a possible motive for the attack.&lt;br /&gt;
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Simonton said Albert was a bystander and not part of either group. She said he was knocked unconscious when Carson struck him in the head with a board and the second person punched him in the face. Albert regained consciousness and was trying to get up when he was attacked a second time by five people and was struck in the head with a board by Riley and stomped in the head by Shannon, Simonton said.&lt;br /&gt;
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Desiyan Bacon, Riley's aunt, said her nephew didn't have anything to do with the beating and was a friend of the victim.&lt;br /&gt;
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"They need to stop the crime, but when they do it, they need to get the right person," Bacon said.&lt;br /&gt;
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For Chicago, a sharp rise in violent student deaths over the past three school years -- most from shootings off school property -- have been a tragedy and an embarrassment.
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Before 2006, an average of 10-15 students were fatally shot each year. That climbed to 24 fatal shootings in the 2006-07 school year, 23 deaths and 211 shootings in the 2007-08 school year and 34 deaths and 290 shootings last school year.
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At a vigil at the school on Monday, some community members said the solution lies with parents.
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"It is our problem. We have to take control of our children," said Dawn Allen, who attended a vigil at the school Monday, where a group of residents tried to force their way into the school before being turned back by police.
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This month, the city announced a $30 million project that targets 1,200 high school pupils identified as most at risk to become victims of gun violence, giving them full-time mentors and part-time jobs to keep them off the streets. Some money also will pay for more security guards and to provide safe passage for students forced to travel through areas with active street gangs.
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Albert's family attended a news conference Monday with school district leaders and police, but did not speak. They wore T-shirts with a picture of him in a cap and gown, with the words, "Gone too soon, too young."
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But Annette Holt, mother of Blair Holt, a Chicago Public Schools student who was shot on a city bus two years ago, said Albert represented "another promising future, just snuffed out because of violence ... we have to do something different here because obviously we didn't solve the problem."
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Read more at: &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/09/27/beating-death-of-derrien_n_301319.html"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/09/27/beating-death-of-derrien_n_301319.html&lt;/a&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/8219433824573681091-7657573054467268145?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/7657573054467268145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=7657573054467268145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/7657573054467268145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/7657573054467268145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-of-derrien-albert.html' title='death of derrien albert'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-6454787108849295759</id><published>2009-09-27T23:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:19:17.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadillac Records</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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i think if your into music, you should watch this movie if you havnt already. its really qood. some people didnt like it. but i did. shows how a few artist made it to the music industry, their struggle, politics and of course how money can build you &amp;amp; break you because money &amp;amp; fame will blind a man. thats REAL life. i love Etta James.... something about her... i guess because i can relate to her in some ways, especially love. and if you know me you'll understand... if you dont you'll see what i mean... thats why this part of the movie hit me hard... on that note, i think im going to watch this again ^.^&lt;br /&gt;
check it out &amp;amp; let me know what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-6454787108849295759?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/6454787108849295759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=6454787108849295759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/6454787108849295759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/6454787108849295759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2009/09/cadillac-records.html' title='Cadillac Records'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-5721077598656644890</id><published>2009-09-26T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:30:08.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the freestyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Musical Pleasure Liberated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/Sr6jN6VUU5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/C1PxgMHy7Ig/s400/freestyle.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.ohmibod.com/freestyle.html"&gt;http://www.ohmibod.com/freestyle.html&lt;/a&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/8219433824573681091-5721077598656644890?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/5721077598656644890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=5721077598656644890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/5721077598656644890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/5721077598656644890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2009/09/musical-pleasure-liberated.html' title='the freestyle'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/Sr6jN6VUU5I/AAAAAAAAAIs/C1PxgMHy7Ig/s72-c/freestyle.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-6235568290725790714</id><published>2009-04-06T23:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:37:16.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DizZyana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lets start off with a lil info from dizzy;
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Eric aka E Dot DizZy&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;From:&lt;/b&gt; Indianapolis Indiana reside in Atl&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 22&lt;br&gt;
&lt;b&gt;What do I do?:&lt;/b&gt; Produce, write, record, mix all of my own music. I do it allll!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

"I was signed to Universal Motown Sept. 11 of 2008. Long story short, I
didn't like how the deal was inked out so I'm in the process of
leaving and doing things on my own."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with that said... i would like to introduce yall to &lt;b&gt;DizZyana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
to &lt;b&gt;download&lt;/b&gt; go to;&lt;br&gt;
( &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m1mnojhzohd" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239072088_1"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m1mnojhzohd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br&gt;
to just &lt;b&gt;listen&lt;/b&gt; it qo to;&lt;br&gt;
(&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/tripplekrown/playlist/xh08bzua/dizzyana-no-hooks-music-playlist/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239072088_2"&gt;http://www.imeem.com/tripplekrown/playlist/xh08bzua/dizzyana-no-hooks-music-playlist/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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dizzy! keep these haters on they toes. &amp; keep the music cominq!
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keri sooo damn pretty. real talk. she qot niqqas qoinq nuts haha. thats how we GA Peaches do it. &amp;amp; we from the same area, Decatur WASSUP!!
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omqq i LOVE this cd i couldnt wait. i had to download it :] first sonq on my playlist is my FAV! but i will buy it when it come out :] cuz its worth my money.  and for all the keri fans. heres some info for ya&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;


&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atlanta, GA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;In A Perfect World . . . In-store Signing!!!&lt;br&gt;

Thursday, March 26th at 6PM &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;DTLR- CAMP CREEK PARKWAY&lt;br&gt;

3614 Marketplace Blvd # 520&lt;br&gt;

East Point, GA 30344&lt;br&gt;

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all this inspiration is passing me by&lt;br&gt;
all I can do is chill when I really wanna fly&lt;br&gt;
and this pollution do nothing but  dirty up my mind&lt;br&gt;
faster than forever in the blink of an eye&lt;br&gt;
to see past my  lethargy is hard I feign&lt;br&gt;
the beauty of my youth is  gone but the chemicals  remain&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
bumpin her now; &lt;b&gt;still love her cd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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&amp;&amp; when i ask why, YOU only know what i mean... its sad ppl are so blind &amp;&amp; yet want soo much. I just dont understand really. I'm sittinq here questioninq myself tryna fiqure out what it is... still tryna find myself &amp;&amp; put the pieces toqetha. &amp;&amp; its crazy cause I keep answerinq my own questions but its not qood enouqh... I wanna settle for somethinq that'll ease my mind. uqh its FCKN STUPID really. &lt;br&gt;Jon I aqree with you thouqh "i just hate to be taken advantage of...but thats the price you pay for tryna be nice...if ur gonna give, jus give outta da kindness of your heart, and dont be tryna expect anything back, even nice treatment"&lt;br&gt;
I cant make anyone see me, accept me, appreciate me... with that said I'm qoinq to stop tryinq. Your just missinq out a qood friend, associate, lover, girlfriend etc. &lt;b&gt;Diamonds miqht be foreva but Rubies are RARE...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
"charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised" &lt;b&gt;Proverbs 31:30&lt;/b&gt;
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soo i came across this note a friend qave me when i was qoinq throuqh hard times. when i re-read it i realized alot, which led to this bloq...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

" Brittney&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Hey Baby Girl&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I want you to know even thouqh I dont show it all the time I LOVE YOU. With much RESPECT and I hop that what you qoinq throuqh it works out for the BEST. Even riqht now your mad @ me. I also also want you to know I am sorry for anythinq I said that miqht made you mad or sad. I will try not  to qet in your business if thats the problem or whatever the case is. I hope that you will be ok or alriqht apose to how you feel riqht now. but I do want to say I HATE to see you cryinq because when I was your aqe not sayinq I am so much older but I went throuqh the same deal. Cryinq over my man &amp;amp; his stupid immatureness and its my nature to be mad because like I said I was there it wasnt qood for me because I lost track of myself. Even now I wish I would've just knew better. Thats my reason for beinq upset and its not even that I am upset its more so of a hurt because there's much love for you. Like a sister. I've grown yo know you what you like &amp;amp; dont like &amp;amp; i respect that because if I dont I would'nt be writinq this note to you. Brittney you my qirl. I just hope you can understand where I am cominq from or at least my point of view&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

love,&lt;br&gt;
Adena Parsons&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

p.s. from the hear for REAL. "
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
thnx adena &amp;&amp; i miss you
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-6713667185721255588?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/6713667185721255588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=6713667185721255588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/6713667185721255588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/6713667185721255588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2009/02/note.html' title='the note'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/SY7YOEh4bsI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3GxRODQHdnM/s72-c/IMG00100.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-6849301973229237136</id><published>2009-01-23T06:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:05:50.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maya Angelou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE …&lt;br&gt;
enough money within her control to move out&lt;br&gt;
and rent a place of her own, even if she never wants to or needs to…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .&lt;br&gt;
something perfect to wear if the employer, &lt;br&gt;or date of her dreams &lt;br&gt;wants to see her in an hour…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br&gt;
a youth she’s content to leave behind….&lt;br&gt;

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .&lt;br&gt;
a past juicy enough that she’s looking forward to&lt;br&gt;
retelling it in her old age….&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ….&lt;br&gt;
a set of screwdrivers,&lt;br&gt; a cordless drill,&lt;br&gt; and a black lace bra…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE&lt;br&gt;
one friend who always makes her laugh… &lt;br&gt;and one who lets her cry…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..&lt;br&gt;
a good piece of furniture &lt;br&gt;not previously owned &lt;br&gt;by anyone else in her family…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .&lt;br&gt;
eight matching plates, &lt;br&gt;wine glasses with stems, &lt;br&gt;and a recipe for a meal,&lt;br&gt; that will make her guests feel honored…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .&lt;br&gt;
a feeling of control over her destiny.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br&gt;
how to fall in love without losing herself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br&gt;
how to quit a job, &lt;br&gt;break up with a lover,&lt;br&gt; and confront a friend without;&lt;br&gt; ruining the friendship…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br&gt;
when to try harder… &lt;br&gt;and WHEN TO WALK AWAY…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br&gt;
that she can’t change the length of her calves,&lt;br&gt;
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br&gt;
that her childhood may not have been perfect…but its over…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br&gt;
what she would and wouldn’t do for love or more…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br&gt;
how to live alone… even if she doesn’t like it…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW..&lt;br&gt;
whom she can trust,&lt;br&gt;
whom she can’t,&lt;br&gt;
and why she shouldn’t take it personally…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br&gt;
where to go…&lt;br&gt;
be it to her best friend’s kitchen table…&lt;br&gt;
or a charming inn in the woods…&lt;br&gt;
when her soul needs soothing…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW…&lt;br&gt;
what she can and can’t accomplish in a day…&lt;br&gt;
a month…and a year…&lt;br&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/8219433824573681091-6849301973229237136?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/6849301973229237136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=6849301973229237136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/6849301973229237136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/6849301973229237136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2009/01/maya-angelou.html' title='Maya Angelou'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-5872939812875368498</id><published>2008-09-17T01:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T02:02:19.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggle'/><title type='text'>18@WAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im tired; physically. mentally. emotionally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i usually dont put my business out like this but riqht now i dont care... not too lonq aqo shit went down @ home. i left in tears @ that time no where to qo but work... i qot to the point i couldn't hold shit in anymore. i broke down screaminq " why the fuck am i here; god please take me now ". friend tryna hold me, beqqin me not to say that... yall just dont know. im tired of fightinq my way thro life. its been nothinq but a struggle. all i ask for is simple support from home... couldn't qet from daddy... he didnt want me... cant get it from mom, she do nothinq but put me down... then the person you finally call dad turn around &amp;amp;&amp;amp; try to jaw ya ass ova some petty shit... you qot no one to go to. but when its all said &amp;amp; done im still payin the bills... plus my own. then moms wont have a job since GM plant closin next week i believe... my money really going to this house then. been workinq since i qot out of school... but im not doinq shit? ya know some ppl just sit around @ home not doinq a damn thinq thats says "thank you mom or dad" ...when i have my rant bout "fuck spoiled bitches" i mean that to the fullest. cuz yall take advantage of whats been qivinq to you &amp;amp; you walk around puttin down those who aint qot it as qood... im tired of that shit. i know i cant change ppl but im tired of tryna change myself for others. tired of tryna be friends with ppl that dont wanna be around me.. act like i dont live near you or like we dont know each otha. tired of puttin all of my energy on someone else, carinq, lovinq... when i dont qet it back or take advantage of that fact that ima always be there... like i dont have fuckn feelinqs. for once i wanna walk around with a real smile w/o tryna hide the pain... i dont see how i deserve all this. when is my time qonna come? its like tryna win the lottery... very slim. but ima keep prayinq. hopinq. wishinq...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/SNCcHk4u4_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/h0HSqJCV8G4/s1600-h/Picture+88x.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246865219861275634" style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/SNCcHk4u4_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/h0HSqJCV8G4/s320/Picture+88x.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/SNCb_LkeT7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/zczl24ry7iA/s1600-h/Picture+88x.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-5872939812875368498?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/5872939812875368498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=5872939812875368498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/5872939812875368498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/5872939812875368498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2008/09/18war.html' title='18@WAR'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/SNCcHk4u4_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/h0HSqJCV8G4/s72-c/Picture+88x.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-7737597680937311019</id><published>2008-08-14T04:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:05:50.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this movie is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MUST SEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; everyone should watch it.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.watch-movies.net/movies/cover/"&gt;http://www.watch-movies.net/movies/cover/&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have it on dvd; but my dvd player not workinq &amp;amp; i didnt want to sit in the livinq room&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;soo i watched the upload online. but foreal if yall have the time watch it.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;veryy&lt;/em&gt; deep movie &amp;amp; real life situations.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/SKPmXd0NdCI/AAAAAAAAADk/wXjWNaRAyY8/s1600-h/cover.PNG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/SKPoMPvMQgI/AAAAAAAAADs/q88po45Pmj4/s1600-h/cover.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234282489015190018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/SKPoMPvMQgI/AAAAAAAAADs/q88po45Pmj4/s320/cover.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Synopsis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A woman accused could be either a killer or a victim in this psychological drama from director Bill Duke. Valerie Maas (Aunjanue Ellis) is a God-fearing housewife and artist who one day finds herself in a situation she never imaged possible -- being questioned on murder charges by no-nonsense police detective Hicks (Lou Gossett Jr.) and Simmons (Clifton Davis), a district attorney eager to close this case. As Valerie repeatedly insists she's not a murderer, she tells the story of the last several months of her life. Valerie's husband, Dutch (Razaaq Adoti), is a psychiatrist with a practice in Atlanta who was offered a high-paying job by his old friend Monica (Paula Jai Parker), who works at a hospital in Philadelphia. Dutch takes the job and Valerie dutifully follows, and as she seeks solace in the women's support group at local church, Dutch spends more and more time with drug-abusing Monica, her wealthy but disinterested husband, Kevin (Roger Guenveur Smith), and obsessively womanizing musician Ryan Chambers (Leon). As Valerie's marriage begins to fall apart, she suspects her husband is being unfaithful, but she's shocked to discover the truth is more complicated than she imagined. Cover also stars Vivica A. Fox, Patti LaBelle, and Mya Harrison. ~ Mark Deming, All Movie Guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-7737597680937311019?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/7737597680937311019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=7737597680937311019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/7737597680937311019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/7737597680937311019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2008/08/cover.html' title='cover'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/SKPoMPvMQgI/AAAAAAAAADs/q88po45Pmj4/s72-c/cover.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219433824573681091.post-7827630172349494200</id><published>2008-08-13T03:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:05:50.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>definition of real</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"beloved, let us love one another for love is of God: and every one that loveth is born of God and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love"
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 John 4:7-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;ppl have their own opinion about music &amp;amp; i think plies is one of the realest in the qame. yeah he has sonqs bout pxssy this pxssy that; but this sonq qot me [somebody loves you] &amp;amp; the video is qood. watch it foreal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/5aZ5jmtrC5c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/player.php?v=vsfgcw&amp;amp;s=3"&gt;Original Video&lt;/a&gt;- More videos at &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/"&gt;TinyPic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxNDEyMTk*NjQ1OSZwdD*xMjE*MTIyMDc1NjQ1JnA9MjM*NDcxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTI=.jpg" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219433824573681091-3413491206557110883?l=breebankz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/feeds/3413491206557110883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219433824573681091&amp;postID=3413491206557110883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/3413491206557110883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219433824573681091/posts/default/3413491206557110883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breebankz.blogspot.com/2008/06/video-bloqq-002.html' title='video bloqq 002'/><author><name>вяɛɛ♑ваикz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01339522336897111609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ngMcu0T5OXs/TMj01o7wEoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sbZitypYhTw/S220/Photo+226.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
