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oohhh it's dammy's bday!!!!!!

that's like my partner in crime. she's too good!!!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAMMY!!

i know she loves colors.

i'll def. fall for those lines.
well i'll probably cry . who knows. they're so sweet

crazy stuff

anyways,
kaylala has the sexiest profile ever Ope, you def. should check it out. who knows you might fall in love.

ghettochyk:
when i'm mad, i start grinding my teeth. weird, huh??

i do that when i'm trying hard not to laugh. i stick my tongue in my cheek too.
i laugh a lot. sometimes for no reason at all.

aww kc w/ the smiley face . you got a blue and red shirt. I love blue!!!!!

hey princess!!!! i missed you so bad.

you've been away since forever.

i don't think it will but it will hurt the Igbos a lot. pidgin is like the ibo language.

most yorubas can speak yoruba anyways.

i lovee pidgin. i think it's cute
if it get banned (which i don't think it will) i'll invent "pig pidgin" (joking)

exactly

everyone's got expenses

they're only changing my mind because in their words: "i'll be a year older this year"

but i know the real reason they're letting me is because i ask them for way too much money. than before.

K2DaC:
wesley be a pediatrician

i want to be a phamarcist (CVS phamarcy will look good on my transcript won't it?)

this 40yr old dude trynna talk to me , he coo though lmfaoo they say hes just playing

and that's probably the reason my mom don't want me working @ a restaurant. buhahahahhahahahaha 
she's crazy cool

my parents don't like me working but i will anyways.
I swear i almost applied to a job last summer me and my friends. they all got the summer job and i didn't because my mom said i can't work and told my dad not to let me.
things that i can't stand.

they're letting me work this summer though.  

i feel bad for you spoilt Lizzy.

nicetohave:
where you for hear that one wesley?

my teacher still has her first paycheck from her first job. she keeps it as some kind of memoir (idk if i used the right word).
some other people i've heard kept their first pay check.

i'll probably keep mines too.(i'll resist the urge of going to the mall w/ it) and use it to remember that FIRST DAY!!!

How many of these did your mother teach?

well, my mom has forever been teaching # 1 (i fight a lot w/ my brothers. we just basically scream and yell at each other).

she's also been teaching # 4 since forever (i know my room's tidy but she just always seem to look for a fault with it).

actually # 9 is the opposite of my mom. In her words: "that's no food. go and make yourself some eba (solid food)".

and yeah. I loveee my mom even though she piss me off sometimes.

oooooooooooo. i want a job too!
I'm so happy 4 u kc.!! goodluck  

well, i'm getting one this summer i hope. probably at the CVS store from across the street. just anywhere will do. or maybe at the mall. my mom won't let me work at a restaurant for sure (don't ask me why. i don't know). hopefully i'll get my driver license by then.
I love working w/ children but i don't know what kind of job that would be (i volunteer currently at a preschool).
remember we get to share the paycheck  
i heard some people keep their first paychecks for like years or something till they get old?.

i guess if i lived with that person, i'll feed her/him icecream everyday so he/she won't get mad and do that nasty stuff next to me.

I shrug my shoulders, raise my eyebrows, snort, frown, talk sarcastically, stay quiet, i do tons of stuff depending on who or what i'm mad at or why i'm annoyed.

I like your style Vichel you have to teach me that.

ewwwwww ewwww ew

Unwritten -- Natasha Bedingfield

kaylala:
wot did u c in my profile??

your funny pic.

check kaylala's profile to see his pic

someone doesn't get the joke.

rasque:
Nice pix you've got in your profile

mukakakakakekeakakakka  

nice pic you've got on YOUR profile (you rasque)!!

yours is really funny (kay).  

i love bimbo. she acts good and pretty actually
esp. in "Out of Bounds" i know that movie is old but it was really great.
RMD's great too.

genny, i don't know. i don't think she's that much of a good actress (i think she actually sings better than she acts) she's pretty though. and OVERRATED!!

Seun:
And what is the solution?

the solution in my opinion is EDUCATION.

let both parties understand that it's wrong.
a lot of men know themselves that wife beating is wrong but some are just stronghearted and do it anyways when they are angry because they know that they are physically stronger than their wives and they also know that they are not going to get arrested for it.

maybe if Nigeria gets a female president/governor, the law will be on our side a little (it's been on the mens side for way too long!). I totally agree with Michelin89.
If men who constantly beat their wives get fined or arrested, they'll stop it. but when society (especially the government (which is dominantly male by the ways) does nothing about it, nothing's going to happen.

apple bottoms

Well, It's Kay's bday!!
NL should show him some love

I understand where you're coming from Oyin. I myself don't really feel comfortable w/ people i have no clue about or strangers. but with people i know well, i have no problem.

maybe you can just ask him general questions but don't ask questions with one word answers like "how are you" because he's just going to say "good". and you have to think up another question again.

and if he asks a question, don't just say "yes" or "no" make your answer really long. idk
Is he really quiet because there's no way you can run out of things to say if he himself talks to you.

talk about stuff that are really long and interesting. that you two can hold a long conversation about.

excerpt from Virginia Woolf's "Professions for women:"


But to tell you my story—it is a simple one. You have only got to figure to yourselves a girl in a bedroom with a pen in her hand. She had only to move that pen from left to right—from ten o’clock to one. Then it occurred to her to do what is simple and cheap enough after all—to slip a few of those pages into an envelope, fix a penny stamp in the corner, and drop the envelope into the red box at the corner. It was thus that I became a journalist; and my effort was rewarded on the first day of the following month—a very glorious day it was for me—by a letter from an editor containing a cheque for one pound ten shillings and sixpence. But to show you how little I deserve to be called a professional woman, how little I know of the struggles and difficulties of such lives, I have to admit that instead of spending that sum upon bread and butter, rent, shoes and stockings, or butcher’s bills, I went out and bought a cat—a beautiful cat, a Persian cat, which very soon involved me in bitter disputes with my neighbours.

What could be easier than to write articles and to buy Persian cats with the profits? But wait a moment. Articles have to be about something. Mine, I seem to remember, was about a novel by a famous man. And while I was writing this review, I discovered that if I were going to review books I should need to do battle with a certain phantom. And the phantom was a woman, and when I came to know her better I called her after the heroine of a famous poem, The Angel in the House. It was she who used to come between me and my paper when I was writing reviews. It was she who bothered me and wasted my time and so tormented me that at last I killed her. You who come of a younger and happier generation may not have heard of her—you may not know what I mean by the Angel in the House. I will describe her as shortly as I can. She was intensely sympathetic. She was immensely charming. She was utterly unselfish. She excelled in the difficult arts of family life. She sacrificed herself daily. If there was chicken, she took the leg; if there was a draught she sat in it—in short she was so constituted that she never had a mind or a wish of her own, but preferred to sympathize always with the minds and wishes of others. Above all—I need not say it—–she was pure. Her purity was supposed to be her chief beauty—her blushes, her great grace. In those days—the last of Queen Victoria—every house had its Angel. And when I came to write I encountered her with the very first words. The shadow of her wings fell on my page; I heard the rustling of her skirts in the room. Directly, that is to say, I took my pen in my hand to review that novel by a famous man, she slipped behind me and whispered: “My dear, you are a young woman. You are writing about a book that has been written by a man. Be sympathetic; be tender; flatter; deceive; use all the arts and wiles of our sex. Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all, be pure.” And she made as if to guide my pen. I now record the one act for which I take some credit to myself, though the credit rightly belongs to some excellent ancestors of mine who left me a certain sum of money—shall we say five hundred pounds a year?—so that it was not necessary for me to depend solely on charm for my living. I turned upon her and caught her by the throat. I did my best to kill her. My excuse, if I were to be had up in a court of law, would be that I acted in self–defence. Had I not killed her she would have killed me. She would have plucked the heart out of my writing. For, as I found, directly I put pen to paper, you cannot review even a novel without having a mind of your own, without expressing what you think to be the truth about human relations, morality, sex. And all these questions, according to the Angel of the House, cannot be dealt with freely and openly by women; they must charm, they must conciliate, they must—to put it bluntly—tell lies if they are to succeed. Thus, whenever I felt the shadow of her wing or the radiance of her halo upon my page, I took up the inkpot and flung it at her. She died hard. Her fictitious nature was of great assistance to her. It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.

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Swish, read this short essay by Woolf and tell me if Woolf was right or wrong in killing "the angel in the house" (it's a metaphor for the traditional role of women and what is expected of them).

if you have a girl that says "oh yeah i'd do her to."When you stare at other women, that would creap me out a little

buhahahahahahahaha .

it's all supposed to be a joke.

this one's hilarious!!!!! (i found it)


"27 ways to make a guy smile."

01. Bring us food.
02. Let him watch his porn either with him or in peace.
03. If you refuse to watch it, you must agree to partake in a "pornographic" situation afterwards.
04. leave him alone when he's with his boys.
05. When the game is on, that means quiet time.
06. When they stare at other women.. tell them "oh yeah i'd do her to."
07. Praise the small "things" he has, It usually won't grow anymore. Remember, it's always the "biggest one I've ever seen."
08. Call him "hot stuff" and "beefcake".
09. Let them play their video games as much as they want.
10. Let them drive all the time and never ask for directions, even if they've been lost for the past two hours.
11. The "time of the month" week will be referred to as Mouth Gig week.
12. Never have a "headache."
13. play with his "fun stuff".
14. Baby them once in a while.
15. no matter what, always answer "yes dear, you're the best I've ever had".
16. Laugh at all their jokes, even if you think they're idiotic.
17. Always answer "why yes dear i did cum."
18. let him fall asleep right after sex, no cuddling.
19. He never has to say I love you in front of his boys.
20. if he's mad, just say everything is your fault.
21. Everything they say is right.
22. All holidays and anniversary means SEX!.
23. treat him like god around his friends.
24. Condoms are not his responsibility if you forget then you must take that chance.
25. let him take as many pictures as he wants and keep them.
26. dance with him, even if he looks like a buffoon having a seizure out on the dance floor.
27. two words: Road Head...

okay, I'll take that back.

but i read that: " people who engage in premarital sex are nearly 50 percent more likely to divorce."
according to some study published in the Journal of Marriage and the Family (found on the web).

It's not bad but the safest option pretty much is abstinence.