does he love me

(Oh) Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na [x3]
But does he love me,
Does he really love me?
(Hey yo Kesh) (Uh huh)

Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na [x3]
But does he love me,
Does he really love me?

Met him at the mall in the parking lot
He said Keshia lookin' good and your lookin hot
He was runnin' game and it sounded good
But does he love me,
Does he really love me?
Talkin on the phone almost every night
He said he didn't want me chillin' with no other guy
Am I the only one or was it just a lie
But does he love me,
Does he really love me?

[Chorus:]

Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
Cuz does he love me,
Does he really love me?

Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
(Yeah ye＃)

[Verse 2]
Thinking to myself is he leading me on?
But I felt that I'm right I don't wanna be wrong
Should I get with him 'cause I need to know?
Cuz does he love me,
Does he really love me?

What am I supposed to do, now?
I'm falling for this boy and he has no clue
Is it just a phase he's got?
Am I down for the way yay＃?

[Chorus:]

Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
Cuz Does he love me,
Does he really love me?

Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
(Yeah ye＃)

[Foxy Brown:]
I got 99 problems, but a nigga ain't one
Missy I throws it down crazy
Yes I spill anoder down babeee＃.
Listen head or foxy playin with that money
I＊m the DK general
My boxy aint nothing
I got this crew name A MILEO
From mainced town
Wished that cranberry
Layed back with the shades down
A yo kesh with the mother young world
When i'm done you＊d be stunting
Like there＊s nothing-old gurl
Scalping in Quebec,
Jacob on ur neck
Wid u stunting through Ontario, fox in da stereo
I＊m in the hood going hard in the boulevard
Make hard in holes, n the old hood adores u
Mah doo block keep it fresh peer s dots
Nearing its ear ha, holla if ya hear fox
Keshia, fox in the Kingston blocks
Stay on hard in the drop top dealing
[rap fades]

[Keshia:]
Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
Cuz Does he love me,
Does he really love me?

Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
But Does he love me,
Does he really love me?

[Keshia talking:]
Thinking bout it all its got feelings inside
If I try to hold it in I'll be living a ride
Is that, every little thing that I should
of need
Cause does he love me babeeee＃. Oh＃

(Oh) Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na [x3]
Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
Cause Does he love me,
Does he really love me?

Is it all about me?
Will I be his one and only
He don't know a thing about me
Should I really be his shorty?
Cause Does he love me,
Does he really love me?

[Music continues...then fades]

Tangled Up In Me

You want to know more, more, more about me
I'm the girl who's kicking the coke machine
I'm the one that's honking at you 'cause I left late again

[CHORUS]:
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Can't you see I want you by the way I push you away, yeah!
Don't judge me tomorrow by the way I'm acting today
Mix the words up with the actions do it all for your reaction, yeah!
Hey! Hey!
Get tangled up in me

You want to know more, more, more about me
Got to know reverse psychology
I'm the reason why you can't get to sleep
I'm the girl you never get just quite what you see

[CHORUS]

You think that you know me (Get tangled up in me)
You think that I'm lonely (Get tangled up in me)
When everything I do is only to get tangled up in you...

You want to know more, more, more about me
I'm the girl that's sweeping you off your feet

[CHORUS]

upset

yeah...i am rather upset. blah.

i'll get over it. just give me a few hours. i'll be better.

there are just some things that someone shouldn't say to me.

maybe i was insensitive to your problems, then i must say i'm sorry. but by saying that i was not understanding is a low blow to me. and it hurts me. i have based my world upon understanding the problems that people go through. and by saying that to me signifies one of two things if not both. 1) you really don't want me to be your friend or 2) you really can't understand me and there will always be a rift no matter what.

it hurt me you know. really it did. and if my response to your response to mine made no sense to you, i'm sorry. i have bad ways of expressing my thoughts. my thoughts have never been centered n e where, it's just one big mess in my head. so basically, if you interpret me wrong, i'm sorry. i'm truly sorry if i offended you. but my entry wasn't waiting for a reply. but you replied.

i won't point fingers at n e one. i'm just saying i'm upset. i'm hurt.

just give me a few hours. i'll get over it.....but for now, i'm upset and hurt. .....give me a moment to cry.....

args...

i ain;t fucking pulling shit out of my ass. so if you think i'm not understanding, don't talk to me. blah....yeah i'm being immature, i'm pissed and i'm hurt. so yeah, i'm sensitive to your words. there are some things that you just shouldn't say to me no matter you are upset at me or not......

yeah, i haven't been proven wrong, because there isn't n e thing to prove wrong. fucking aye. fuck. i'm not saying you are mean.....i was simply saying that there are alternate ways to get over something. but obviously i am not interpreted the way i would like.

yeah i have shit as expression skills. and if you don't understand me, fine.

blah!!!

don't fucking talk to me!!!!! args args.

i am mad. blah.....

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throwing bricks

stolen off of someone else's page. just thought that it's sooo touching that some people should read....

NOW read this. trust me:

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar.

He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. Suddenly out of nowhere, a brick smashed into the Jag`s side door!
He slammed on the brakes, backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown, jumped out of the car and grabbed a distraught looking kid standing there.

He pushed him up against the parked car shouting, What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That`s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?" The young boy was apologetic. "Please, mister...please, I`m sorry but I didn`t know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop..."

With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It`s my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can`t lift him up." Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He`s hurt and he`s too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him that everything was going to be okay.

"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message:--
"Don`t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!"

God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we don`t have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. It`s our choice to listen or not.

args...

i don't know......freezing and i wanna go to bed and sleep.

to me, love is a choice. choices aren't always easy to make, and love is one of those things that is no exception. of course, it's what i believe that love is a choice because i am human. but to GOD, love is him and he is love. so he loves unconsciously. but for me, i'm human, i need to take that extra step to love.

loving someone isn't to allow them to walk all over you. loving someone isn't simply just a term you give to someone you feel an attachment for. there are more reasons why you say you love someone. but saying it is the easy part....showing it is the harder part.....but that's just me. to others it's harder to say it and mean it than to show it.

but then again, i've never in my blog really talked much about my childhood. in this blog, i have rarely told how it was to be like me as a kid. things like that just shoudln't be posted on line. but then again, not everyone's interested in hearing a story about racism, family issues, lack of friends, loneliness, darkness, abuse all the dark and grim......

but then again.....some people just won't understand.....

???

i didn't know what to title this. because it's just a reply of cat's response to my thoughts.

the key word is "world". as a child of GOD, you no longer belong to this world. the opinion of the world and those in it really don't matter. this world isjust simply not important. it's not that you should follow blindly, it's following whole-heartedly. people of this WORLD take advantage of you. but there will and always will be someone who understand you no matter how nice or mean you are. people can take advantage of my love, true love is endless. no matter how much you give, your cup will always be filled again. being mean or nice, you are still human, GOD designed you so that you wouldn't be alone.....soul-mate or just a companion.

yes, you do become disappointed in people, but that's what they simply are; human. you can't harden against that fact. if you are hardening yourself against the fact that human's aren't perfect, you will be constantly fighting with self exsistance. towards many things, i'm very very bitter, i'm not denying that. but the truth always leaves a sour/bitter taste in your mouth.

no matter how much has changed through the past and now......everything is just simply relative. i mean, different crimes may have been seen as less severe or sumthing, but it doesn't mean that times have changed. it's simply how men perceive the crime that has made it seem that the times have changed.

people do have consciences. it may not seem so because there are sooo many people out there that are always constantly using people for their own benefit, but it doesn't mean that they have no heart. if you are saying that some man out there has no heart, it's saying that GOD didn't create him/her. the truth of the matter is, we are GOD's image no matter what. the person could seem completely evil, but he is still created by GOD and therefore, in some likeness of GOD he will be.

there are many reason's for the things we do or the way we think. it doesn't mean that i don't live and see things as it is in the "world". i know views like that exsist. so what if your kindness and nobility is seen as stupidity. all it comes down to is whether or not you can live with yourself. i can't live with myself treating others poorly even if they used me all the time. blah, they reap what they sow. their judgement may not be here on earth, but surely GOD rewards those people too! it comes down to whether or not you did the right thing. so what if people attempt to use me?!?! i swear, even a friend or so called friend could be using you this very instant. being used isn't just simply what they did, it goes back to the motives in their heart. just becuase you don't know their motives for their actions, it doesn't mean that someone isn't using you. so what if caring is a weakness to some people? i've always said that tears come from someone of great stature. someone who cries isn't weak, because it seems weak to the world that it makes it seem as if they are stronger because they ahve something that they care about. i've never been a conformist. i've never liked being a conformist much either. i normally tend to think differently than most people. people either get me and like me, or get me and hate me, or just don't get me at all. if i care, it's my business, i rather care than to let someone die because i didn't. i have never thought showing emotion is weakness. if people use it to their advantage, they reap what they sow. if they use your emotions, they are the weaklings, it's because they don't want to handle with their own and want to mingle and destroy someone else. so what if i don't hate someone just because they've been mean to me or used me?!?!? isn't that simply just living a sad exsistance to hate all that used you and were mean to you? showing that i care doesn't mean i won't retaliate. i am equal to those that use me, i simply just don't choose to become a usuer of other people. by choice, i have not succomb to the level of pathetic human exsistance.

different people do have their different morals. i'm not saying that they don't. simply, i really could care less if someone is using me or not. i just don't let someone make me fall to the total bottom of the pit leaving me helpless. blah, people use people, that's the nature of humans. coping with heartlessness isn't simply to show that you have no heart, no emotion, or simply not being human. there are ways to deal with situations, and then there are those that are just simply better. but each person is different so basically, "whatever floats your boat".

being hurt is a stage in life. we all go through it. we dwell on it once or twice over the course of the year. but there's no reason to continually go turning back to pain over and over again. it only damages us more and more.

i am not niave. i am simply just stubborn. yeah, take that as weakness. take caring as weakness. so yeah, if you want to use me, so do it. whatever. yeah, i used to allow people to come in my life, turn it all upside down. but you know there's a difference b/t loving someone and letting them walk all over you. love is of choice, not simply emotion.

the thing is, i've taken alot of time to think the way i do. and i simply know that alot of people just don't understand my thinking. i care because i would rather care. i love because i would rather love. yeah, it hurts at times to lvoe because it feels like the world is against me, and all i have to say to that is, SO WHAT?!?!?! as a kid, everything i learnt was of pain. i have never been taught a lesson without one. it just feels unatural to learn sumthing without some sort of torture. it's just with the territory you tread. my love is not of weakness. if you say loving is weak, then why the hell do you believe in christ?!?!? he loved you sooo much that he died on the cross for you....so are you saying that's weakness?!?!?

all my life i have been looked down upon, and when i was even looked at, it was because i was smart. i had no friends, and i really do know how to cherish my friends now. as a kid, i knew no better than to hate everyone that seemed mean to me. yeah, it comes down to what the bible says. it says to love those who don't seem to love you. are you not becoming like one of the pegans when you love only those that love you?!?!? love isn't meant to only be given to those who seem to deserve it. love is for everyone, someone who has used you or not.

someone who calls me immature, young, niave just becuase i care is someone that simply just doesn't get me. you have simply jumped to the conclusion that i'm the biggest idiot. and i really don't like that. you think i'm blind and i haven't seen n e thing......you said it yourself...when you came to canada you saw how it felt to be hurt...try living in it the way i did. i am tooo asian to be white, and tooo white to be asian. i'm not really accepted n e where because i will always be somewhat different. i'm christian, and majority of the people i know ain't. it hurts even more when someone seems to be saying i'm immature and stupid because i love others. it really really does. you will never know how much. let's just say that saying that to me is almost like a fatal blow.....

but....i'm not mad at you. i'm just rather hurt in a way, but i understand where you are coming from, so don't worry about it. many people have said the things you've said to me before. i've kinda grown accustomed to the way people think about me. but don't worry....you'll always be my CAT!!!! keke^^:D:P mine and only mine.....j/ks j/ks.

muhahah!!!

yupz yupz. keke^^:D:P brian called me today! yippeeeee!!!! keke^^:D:P oh wellz. i really wasn't expecting a phone call from him, but i did.....keke^^:D:P

talked about uni. crap man.....i feel old, but sooo young. grrrrr. it's my senior year in hs....and then next year....sighs...i'll be a freshwoman allll over again. how evil?!?!? keke^^:D:P

well see, when you are sick, i'd rather not disturb your slumber and i want you to rest. so val, i won't call you cause you are still a sick lil child that has a virus! evil evil. keke^^:D:P we all know how you got it!!! keke^^:D:P j/ks j/ks j/ks....keke^^:D:P yupz yupz....

well i don't know....wanna go to another churchie. but my parents won't leave, so i can't either. blah.

love my mr. wei wei foxy! keke^^:D:P he's sooo adorable!!!! no, i'm not tlaking about a person, i'm talking about a stuffed animal! yeah, i know i'm sad already okie?!?! stop rubbing it in. keke^^:D:P