tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59820121530868001832024-03-14T14:24:12.197-04:00iRambleiRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-82912541493733197252011-04-25T15:57:00.000-04:002011-04-25T15:57:29.977-04:00R-E-S-P-E-C-THere's what I dont get about atheists...and people who are confused about their religion.<br />
First, you should know that this is coming from my thoughts about an article I just read. There's this guy named James Frey and he wrote a book entitled "The Final Testament of the Holy Bible". He's thinking of making it into a movie but here's where the problem lies; it's completely blasphemous. He's saying Jesus comes back as a bisexual, an ex-alcoholic, and one who impregnated a prostitute. None of which are true.<br />
Now back to what I was saying, I don't get why people who don't believe in Christianity make fun of it or make a profit off that which they don't believe in. If it's not worth your life ( meaning, you don't spend your life believing in it, then you shouldn't gain anything from it career wise. Like I just don't get it. You mean to tell me you actually had nothing else to write about except a Savior you don't believe saved you? That's like me, not believing in Egyptian Gods going hard on a book making fun of the whole idea. It's a waste of time ! If you don't believe it, fine. But it's extremely immature to make fun of a faith you dont understand.iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-14685823516889570502011-02-14T20:02:00.000-05:002011-02-14T20:02:41.100-05:00Best. Valentines. Day Ever.When your heart stops, so does time. It felt like forever and I hurt more with each tear that I dropped. As you hugged me, It felt as if you were leaving even though you hadnt moved at all. A part of me wanted you to.<br />
Because you never claimed me, I demand sole custody of my love. I'm not giving it freely anymore.iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-11667310403722261872010-12-27T02:29:00.000-05:002010-12-27T02:29:06.590-05:00.inadequate.I cant say it doesnt hurt. It does and always has. The honest truth is that I've never felt good enough. Not worthy of anyone's time or breathing space. I guess i'm bringing this up because it's really just...taking a toll on everything. I wish I could truly have the self esteem I portray to everyone else. I dont. I know the biblical answer to this : You're more precious than rubies, Jesus loves you, he cares about you when no one else does. I get that believe me I do but what happens when you dont necessarily FEEL loved? I'm not saying that I dont feel loved by Christ, I do. But I wish I felt truly loved by everyone else. I know that the world will never completely accept someone who follows Christ but <br />
...idk <br />
Another thing is...I'm tired of dating. I'm tired of just...not being who the dude wants me to be and then them getting mad when I refuse to conform to their version of beautiful. I cant do it. It's exhausting constantly refuting everything and constantly saying "no I wont do that...it's not me". Seriously! God, im just tired. I'm waiting on my second wind to come so I can finish running this race. Where are the guys who will love you just as you are. Where are the PEOPLE who will take you as you are ? I feel like people see the potential in you before they see YOU. That's a problem. What if I never live up to your potential? ugh I'm frustrated.iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-33256081488687049092010-10-18T11:16:00.000-04:002010-10-18T11:16:37.514-04:00Word is BondIve been thinking a lot about how your word is a binding contract. Think about it; if you say something, im supposed to believe you because<br />
a. I trust you<br />
b. you're not supposed to lie<br />
Forget about if something is an obvious joke. If you say something I'm going to believe you because I should.iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-54903172063484008682010-10-14T15:41:00.001-04:002010-10-14T15:41:38.639-04:00I need to write moreFor 30 days, I will write one entry. Starting tomorrow lol<br />
no seriously, tomorrow. I'm about to get off work and I have to get off the computer lol later blog :)iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-48440396014960536432010-08-05T09:30:00.007-04:002010-08-05T09:33:54.800-04:00Thinkin bout u<object height="505" width="380"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1icKBuvtcoE&hl=en_US&fs=1?color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1icKBuvtcoE&hl=en_US&fs=1?color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="505" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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giving me LIFE right now !!!iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-60530395036140562332010-08-02T10:24:00.003-04:002010-08-02T21:30:46.124-04:00I'm annoyed with ChristiansSalisbury breeds nothing but self righteous and holier than thou Christians and it's really pissing me off. Like, I dont know WHAT God is trying to get me to learn, but i'm absolutely fed up. One thing I can say is that I've been holding my tongue a lot more. People here still consider me kinda...."in your face", but at least i'm not cussing anyone out (...win? lol). grrr<br />
I cant take it lol <br />
Acting like they have no problems<br />
That no one with sin can talk to them<br />
They're the ANSWER to everyone's problems<br />
Doing the exact opposite of what they preach<br />
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..... it's too much. Like, if you have to announce that you wont participate in conversation because you didnt speak to God about it first, something's wrong with you. Number 1, that shouldnt be something you boast about. && number 2, your relationship with God is just that...YOUR relationship. I feel like statements like that are more about trying to change the people around you without first trying to work on yourself. It kinda places you on a pedestal and makes it so no one even WANTS to be on your level. Lead by example...not with your words. Even Jesus himself lowered his status to be like the people he served. No one was above anyone...even though he was, he never put it in your face. I'm also annoyed with people who CRAVE attention. Is your self esteem THAT low? Or...Christians who compare their walk with someone elses to kinda make themselves seem like the better Christian instead of just FREAKN HELPING THE PERSON...or praying for them...or just LOVING THEM!? <br />
I cant stand fake prophets ....i'm just done. These people are driving me crazy. I already cut them all off but we were kinda forced to spend two days together and it made me even more irritated than I was before. How does a "prophet" not know what the holy spirit sounds like!? news flash, it's probably not God you're hearing that's telling you the blessings others have received have come from someone other than God Wtf!? That just sounds like you're jealous or have a miscommunication thingie going on.This is the exact crap that pushes people away from Christianity and church all together. <br />
So staring August 24th, there's definitely going to be a shift back to some of the ways I used to do things. It's not personal, it's business. I'll still be cordial ( which is new to me lol), but we wont be all buddy buddy.I've learned that you HAVE to love everyone, but you certainly dont have to be their company. I starting the "cutting" process last semester and it will continue onto this one. I seriously dont have time for people who arent being a blessing to the people in their lives. Thats crazy to me. I'm gonna pray that someone in this, possibly even myself, receives a divine revelation b/c it has to stop.<br />
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seriously, if this summer has taught me anything, it was:<br />
to guard my heart<br />
put your trust in no one but the Lord<br />
love everyone and forgive immediately<br />
be a person of your word<br />
and stuff happens, but then God moves.iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-53393866504391549572010-07-28T10:09:00.000-04:002010-07-28T10:09:30.209-04:00FINI dont think i've ever been THIS excited for something to come to an end but GOODNESS I was sick of writing letters lol It was fun in the beginning, but I grew to be annoyed with it. yesssss!!!!!!<br />
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A lot of things are on my mind but this blog isnt private enough to spill those out. Darn :/<br />
plus, I guess these arent things that are supposed to leave your mind anyway. I need to call my dad though. I havent spoken to him since sunday and that isnt cool. I dont know why i'm so tired all the time...well, I mean..I know it's because I rarely get sleep but lately it has been getting worse. It could be the vitamins i'm taking. I looked it up and it said something about if the vitamin is not in the same form as it would be in food, it takes longer to digest so all of your energy goes to digesting the pill and it makes you tired. Shoot, makes sense to me lol The foods I eat dont really have vitamins ( I don't think). I eat, like, noodles and rice and stuff lmbo I want to start taking more pictures. I do so much and I document none of it !! or i'll document and not post it. I suck.<br />
This weekend i'll be with my friends from school. I have to admit that i'm getting home sick (.....home meaning my school home). I miss everybody and doing our daily routines and just ...going out. grrrr<br />
It wont be long now. Toast to a great semester. I'm gonna claim it and praise in advance for a wonderful school year. Thank you Jesus !iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-88312624624663125262010-07-27T00:00:00.000-04:002010-07-26T23:59:51.478-04:00Dear Reflection,Despite what your eyes see, you're beautiful. It's a shame no one has ever told you this before...and meant it but i'm telling you now. Believe it. I know you'll humbly say thank you but never really accept the fact that you are a rare gem. I wish people hadnt thrown stones at you and told you that you were less than what you were and weighed more than what you actually do. I wish you could believe that what you see is what actually is. No distortions. You're scarred...yes. But lovely just the same. One day someone will appreciate all you are, but it'll only come after you do. Embrace yourself. Love who you've become. Your hair is fine, your skin is fine, and so is your weight. Screw anyone who doesnt think so<br />
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-the mirror<br />
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[This is apart of a series of <a href="http://irambleomg.blogspot.com/2010/06/letters-to-you.html">LETTERS<span style="color: black;"> ]</span></a>iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-9681579838940325332010-07-26T12:51:00.001-04:002010-07-26T12:52:27.830-04:00The person you want to tell everything to.....but are too afraid // The ReaderId rather skip this one. I cant even figure out what to write in this lol the thing im too afraid to write OR about the person I wish I could tell everything to. I know that this wont be a problem for long, im just being a chicken right now. *sigh*<br />
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Anyway, I watched "The Reader" with my best friend last night. There were so many things that I didnt like about that movie.<br />
They were naked all the time<br />
They actually had an older woman with someone younger than she was....sexually. That calls for retakes and grossness.<br />
There were parts of the movie that you had to raise an eyebrow to<br />
I just...didnt like kate's character at all. idk<br />
My bestfriend and I were just like "wth did I just watch" lol I mean, we couldnt have been more baffled. The plot was NOT confusing lol I hate when ppl are like "You didnt get it because you didnt understand it "...no. It was very clear. They had a relationship/// sort of an affair considering their lives and ages. He would come read to her after school and then they'd have sex. Her life was very lonely ( no friends or family), so she was probably desperate for interaction. She often kept him at a distance because getting too close would cause her to have to reveal things about herself that she was ashamed of. When he was near that soft area, she would push him away. She moved away without telling him ....my guess is because she thought it would be, both, easier for her and easier on him ( to move on). But he finds her later ...standing trial for being a guard during the war. He is now a law student. She participated in the selection of the Jews who got killed. "I was just making room for the new ones". Now, the way they had her to be....she was fully aware of what she did, she just had a hard time seeing how it was wrong, really. You could tell she didnt COMPLETELY agree, but there was still apart of her that couldnt see any other option. She referred to them as prisoners ( the Jews) which, to me, dehumanizes them and places zero responsibility on you. Anyway, she told the judge that she wasnt alone in the selection process, that the women who were sitting next to her were also guilty. They got upset with her for telling and come against her saying she was the leader of all of this and that she wrote everyone's testimony. This is where we find out that she cannot write as flashbacks roll on the screen. She always asked him to read to her, she never wrote anything, and when they had to read the menu ...she asked him to go first and she got what he got. So, it was impossible for her to have written the testimony for the ladies, she's incapable of writing at all. She didnt tell them this, her pride kept her from dong so. Because of this, she admitted to it and was sentenced life in prison whereas the other women only got less than 5 ( which, to me, isnt enough...they killed people!!). Her lover boy begins sending her tapes....tapes of him reading to her. She listens to them and decides she wants to learn to read and write. So, she goes to the prison library and checks out the book he read to her and follows along with him. Circling "like" words and ones she recognized. Soon, she's able to write a letter and she sends him one. She continues to do this for a while until she realizes he isnt going to write back. That discouraged her and made her quite sad...b/c he was still sending tapes, he just didnt want to talk to her. I guess he was still upset over what happened and with his own marital problems. Continuing on...<br />
He is notified by the prison that she had served 20 years and that she was up for release. Because she has no friends or family, she'd need a place to stay. He was very standoffish in his reply saying "that was very kind of you, thank you". I guess <i>thanks for lettin me know</i>. He meets with her later and explains that he found her somewhere to live and work. She was grateful but you could tell she wanted to stay with him. At the end of the visit she asks him to read to her ....there's a pause and then she says "that's over now , isnt it?". I forgot what he said lol but it was over. He wasnt going to continue it....not in person. She, then, asks if he was married and they spoke about that. A couple of days later she was to be released. We see her stacking her books on her table, taking off her shoes and mounting the table. We dont see what happens next but one can only assume that she's hanged herself. The man is taken to her room , when he comes to collect her, and he learns of the news. Her body isnt there but she left a note and money to be given to the daughter of the only survivor of the concentration camp fire. The daughter refuses the money, so he keeps it in order to put it to a charity for illiteracy. At the end of the movie, he confirms that she did kill herself and then he explains to <i>his </i>daughter who this woman was and what she meant to him.<br />
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Scenes from the concentration camp ...and her facial expressions and body language while at the camp would have totally intensified this movie. Also, just more background story, period. It was lacking in a few areas but the acting was phenomenal.iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-35545256619211637842010-07-25T00:00:00.000-04:002010-07-24T23:18:34.999-04:00Someone that changed your lifeDear Jesus,<br />
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I didnt think id be writing to you, but you, above all else, have changed my life tremendously. I never saw the wrong in what I was doing until you showed me. I never knew true happiness before you either. I guess what I want to say is thank you. If not for you, I know id be pregnant or in hell or something. Thank you for your sacrifice and loving me even when I found myself to be unlovable. You're so awesome.<br />
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Your daughteriRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-40452112408017074782010-07-24T00:49:00.001-04:002010-07-24T00:53:38.980-04:00The friendliest person you knew for only one dayDear.....chick,<br />
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I wanna let you know that, even though this was YEARS ago (5), I still remember it like it was yesterday and its STILL one of the best days of my life. I dont know your name and you dont know mine, but your small gesture made my entire day...no, better yet, existence lol I'll illustrate the moment for those who werent there ...<br />
I was leaving my dorm to meet my friends for breakfast as I always did on the weekends. I was slightly irritated because I knew that they werent going to be on time and I was dealing with stress from back at home. So, im walking and this girl is suddenly standing in front of me with the biggest grin on her face. I was SO puzzled. Before I knew it, she was opening her arms and closing in for a hug. I gave her one because I didnt wanna seem like a jerk lol But dude, that hug was the nicest thing anyone had ever done. At first I was resisting the idea of hugging a stranger, but 3 seconds in and I was totally forgetting about everything that was happening to me. This wasnt some ....girl on girl action, I could literally feel her sympathizing with me. It was like she was sent there to make me feel better. So, thank you chick. Before you, I didnt know that there could be genuinely nice people in the world. You have changed my entire perspective on life and I couldnt appreciate you more. I wish I knew your name :/<br />
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sincerely<br />
meiRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-17061291462581476772010-07-23T14:17:00.000-04:002010-07-23T14:17:27.116-04:00ReflectionIve been going through a lot over the past couple of...whatever. Like, internally. I have this desire to be a better person but I dont know how to execute that. Although I know that Jesus is the way...and to be righteous, you have to imitate him, I STILL feel justified in my reactions to people and things. I still feel it's ok to be pissed off if someone annoys you. I know that I cant be, though, so how to I go about denying my feelings and picking up my cross? I just....do it? I know these are difficult questions...and I know people arent supposed to admit this stuff, but I am. I cant help that I feel ....like.....idk. Truth is, my feelings dont matter. All that matters is glorifying him. So if im a little uncomfortable, so be it.iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-45773500578224810542010-07-23T13:48:00.000-04:002010-07-23T13:48:05.774-04:00The last person you made a pinky promise to /withDear chunk,<br />
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You were famous for making and breaking pinky promises and i'm not sure you even knew it lol needless to say, I wont be making them again. They suck.<br />
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[This is apart of a series of <a href="http://irambleomg.blogspot.com/2010/06/letters-to-you.html">LETTERS<span style="color: black;"> ]</span></a>iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-88088608287326371452010-07-22T00:01:00.001-04:002010-07-22T00:02:00.656-04:00Someone you know who is going through the worst of timesDear A,<br />
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I havent known you for very long, but in the short time that we've been acquainted we became close. One could even argue that we're flesh and blood lol<br />
In our exchanges, you've expressed to me that things are tough for you right now and I want you to know that you are not in this alone. I've told you this before, but your situations are temporary. It's important that when we're going through something, we change perspectives. Try on the eyes of God and see it from his view. Breakthroughs dont happen TO us, they happen IN and THROUGH us. I know that you'll see the purpose for this minor bump in the road. But until then, know that he will never place you in a situation you arent perfectly capable of overcoming with his help. He's a very loving and just God. Remember the last struggle you were going through? Helped you! Hebrews says that he's the same God...so if he's done it before, he can do it again. Dont lost hope. "Dont lose confidence, for it holds great rewards for you"-Hebrews 10:35<br />
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I love you bro<br />
Robyn ♥<br />
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[This is apart of a series of <a href="http://irambleomg.blogspot.com/2010/06/letters-to-you.html">LETTERS<span style="color: black;"> ]</span></a>iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-60830178838826497132010-07-21T12:24:00.002-04:002010-07-23T17:46:49.933-04:00The person that gave you your favorite memory // TVUmmm<br />
Dear Glo and Genelle, <br />
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We took one of the craziest...most random spur of the moment trips to new york and I can honestly say that I have never had so much fun. I love you guys so much and although we dont speak very much anymore ( we no longer go to the same school), I can definitely say that you girls were the best female friends I have come across in a long time. We're so alike it's crazy. I pray we get to hang out again soon. I miss you more than you can even rationalize lol <br />
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Did anyone watch MTV last night ? There's a show called "If You Really Knew Me" and i'm in LOVE with it. A challenge group comes into a school that has been having some problems and they help the students set aside their differences and have a talk. They put them in groups they ...otherwise, wouldnt sit in and they start off ( each person) "If you really knew me, you'd know that..." and you reveal a couple of things about yourself. The exercise has the goal of getting you to be able to really know someone outside of their appearance or social status. A lot of the kids found that they were very much like many of the kids they neglected to speak to. It broke so many barriers. I feel like a lot of schools should have this.<br />
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Degrassi: The boiling point has me HOOKED!!! I love marathons and I love that they're having one episode a day. 30 mins is a tease though...but I appreciate the 2 hour special they gave us on monday. Thank you teen nick and canada tv loliRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-49606592008801678692010-07-20T13:25:00.000-04:002010-07-20T13:25:28.223-04:00I have a dream....Ok...So it's dream time again. This one is confusing to me.<br />
I was sitting on the living room floor asking my older sister about my friend emily. She doesnt even know who emily is, but I was asking her about Em. She said that she sold her baby to a family who eats kids. I thought that was ridiculous so I called her ( I dont have her number) and she never mentioned her son. Her son should be about 3-4 now. I kept bringing him up but she'd change the subject. So, I got my friends together and we took a trip to where she was...but then it turned into us trying to survive on a HUGE float. It had a roof and a floor (obv) but now sides. Well, there was a storm and it was tossing us every which way...so I started to hold on. My friends were getting blown into the water and there was nothing I could do to really save them b/c id die....not knowing how to swim and all. These police officers somehow got on board and started arresting us one by one. Before they got to both my friend lawrence and I , we got off the boat. The sun came out and I ran into what we thought was a corner store/ post office. Suddenly all of the water dried up and we were in the suburbs .....in what looked like the 50s. We werent supposed to be there. There was arguing in the front but we didnt know what it was about. Some people walked in and all of these cameras were going off and the guy went upstairs. Turns out we were in a hotel. Before we knew it, the place blew up and it was MLK who had just walked in. We ran ad fast as we could behind the dumpster outside. We had to figure out what we were gonna do but we couldnt just walk around outside. We'd probably get shot. So we took back roads...in between dumpsters and trees. This nice man found us and hid us in his house not even caring what his neighbors would think. And then I woke up<br />
what the HECK did I eat last night lmboiRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-24659937122140710162010-07-20T01:55:00.001-04:002010-07-20T13:27:48.075-04:00The last person you kissedId rather NOT write to the last person I kissed only because i've written about him in one of these letters before lol I'll let you guess which one. Anyway, make sure that the people you kiss are important to you. Ever since I read "I kissed dating goodbye", I've viewed dating, kissing, and everything in between and beyond...so much differently. Nothing is casual to me anymore. I love it this way. Tomorrow i'm going to re-read the book to brush up on things I may have forgotten.<br />
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[This is apart of a series of <a href="http://irambleomg.blogspot.com/2010/06/letters-to-you.html">LETTERS<span style="color: black;"> ]</span></a> ...sortaiRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-4640230796373272732010-07-18T20:09:00.001-04:002010-07-18T20:10:40.395-04:00Someone you judged by their first impressionDear Dave, <br />
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I have to admit, I thought you were a dog lol A playa and I definitely didnt like you. I guess because I only heard one side to a story that I just figured that you were the way this person was saying. I didnt realize that hurt people say some hurtful things. You're actually very cool and a very good friend. We have more in common than I thought and I'm so very blessed to call you my brother. Sorry for judging you, bruh.<br />
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love ya<br />
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[This is apart of a series of <a href="http://irambleomg.blogspot.com/2010/06/letters-to-you.html">LETTERS<span style="color: black;"> ]</span></a>iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-342617705147444172010-07-17T10:55:00.000-04:002010-07-17T10:55:14.044-04:00The one that broke your heart that hardest/worstDear....you already know who you are lol<br />
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This will not be an angry post ...b/c we're like, bestfriends now. I feel like, that's what should come from any type of relationship. You took 3 years out of my life and while it was the hardest thing I had ever put myself through, i'm so grateful that I got to spend that time with you. The fact of the matter is, though, that you hurt me REALLY badly. Our whole...everything was like some ghetto love story. "Baby Boy" without the abuse. We have 3 years of both good and bad memories // history and whenever I find myself doing the same thing ....going to the movies and getting stuck there and coming home @ 4am...orrrr driving to denny's in the middle of the night, I think about you and it brings a smile to my face. I learned the most from you and honestly, it sucked but it was great at the same time. Oh! And out of it, you found someone who fit you so much better than I ever would have. I'm happy for you. I'll always love ya !<br />
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[This is apart of a series of <a href="http://irambleomg.blogspot.com/2010/06/letters-to-you.html">LETTERS<span style="color: black;"> ]</span></a>iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-81545582808156023662010-07-16T13:58:00.002-04:002010-12-27T02:56:31.868-05:00ABORTION<span style="color: #38761d;">A-bor-tion</span> <span class="pronset"><span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"><span class="prondelim">/</span><span class="pron">əˈbɔr<img alt="" border="0" class="luna-Img" src="http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" />ʃən</span><span class="prondelim">/</span> <a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html" target="_blank"><img border="0" class="luna-Img" onmouseout="swapLunaImage('selected', this);" onmouseover="swapLunaImage('default', this);" src="http://sp.dictionary.com/dictstatic/g/d/dictionary_questionbutton_default.gif" /></a> <span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"><a alt="Toggle for Spelled" class="pronlink" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=5982012153086800183" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled">Show Spelled</a></span></span><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="prondelim">[</span><span class="pron"><span class="ital-inline" style="color: #e06666;">uh</span>-<b style="color: #e06666;"><span class="boldface">bawr</span></b>-<span style="color: #e06666;">sh</span><span class="ital-inline" style="color: #e06666;">uh</span><span style="color: #e06666;"> n</span></span><span class="prondelim">]</span></span></span><br />
<span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="prondelim"> -</span></span></span><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">the</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">removal</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'">of</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'">an</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'">embryo</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'">or</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'">fetus</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">from</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">the</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">uterus</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">in</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'">order</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">to</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">end</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'">a</span> pregnancy.</span><br />
<span id="hotword"> -</span><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">any</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">of</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">various</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">surgical</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">methods</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">for</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">terminating</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'">a</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">pregnancy,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">esp.</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">during</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'">the</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">first</span> six</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">months.</span><br />
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<span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">I think a woman should have the right to do whatever she wants to do with her body. Cut it up, slice it, set it on fire...you get the picture. I mean, it's her body, right ? I don't, however, think she can make the decision to KILL a child after she already made the choice to do an action that could have made the child in the first place. THAT body is not her body. That's like God bringing you into this world and saying "haha !! never mind !Just kidding. I'm actually not all that responsible. I cant take care of you". Just like that, your life is snatched away from you. <i>But it's not a baby yet</i>. No? not a baby? What are you pregnant with, if not a child? Plenty of parents get attached to the kid as soon as they find out that they're carrying. Are they delusional? So if not a baby, what is it ? <i>a seed</i>...<i>you know, like a fetus/ embryo. </i>When a farmer scans his crops, he points to areas neatly plowed, points and says "those are my pumpkin, squash, and cucumber". He will not say "these are my seeds". No, he speak as though they are, because they <i>are. </i> </span><br />
<span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">Ive heard many arguments for why abortion may be ok (in consideration of the baby). Two stood out:</span><br />
<span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">the baby doesn't feel it</span><br />
<span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">the baby wont remember it</span><br />
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<span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">A person who has </span>Congenital insensitivity to pain<b> </b><span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">or CIP (sometimes CIPA if you add anhidrosis) cannot feel pain or extreme temperatures. Some cant even sweat. Are they less of a person because they have this disorder? Does it make them less of a human? No. Whether they can feel pain or not, they're human. Someone in a coma may not respond to pain at all, but they're still human too!</span><br />
<span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"><br />
Think back to your earliest memory. It was probably of a really happy moment, or something traumatic or equally surprising. Psychologists say you probably wont remember being a baby. In fact, nothing earlier than the age of 2 or 3 can be recalled .Yes, this even means you wont remember coming out of the womb. But, you were definitely alive and kicking when you were a baby. A woman who has Alzheimer's cannot remember her husbands name. She's been married to him for 55 years, but she just cant come up with anything besides "the man that stays with me". Does her lack of a long term memory make her less of a human? </span><br />
<span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">Our memories have a lot to do with the hippocampus in our brain, which isnt fully devolved at the time of birth and is still growing and changing after that. Because of this, and because of our lack of language at the time, the schema used for recalling and storing memory is much different from the ones we have as adults. THAT makes memory a tricky thing. If the way I processed memory yesterday was different than the way I process memory today, I may have a bit of difficulty recalling what happened yesterday because i'm not using the same system. I'm still human though. </span><br />
<span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"><br />
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<blockquote><span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">I saw a video of an abortion of a 12wk old baby via ultrasound. You could see everything the child was going through at the time of extraction. This baby felt the pain, and although s/he may not remember it ( it wont live for much longer), this baby is a human. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjNo_0cW-ek"><i>Abortion- The Silent Scream</i> </a> (if you want, you can fast forward to <b>12:50</b> this guy is pretty boring in the beginning, but the whole video is fascinating). What is shown is the baby reacting to the paint felt during extraction. The baby screams, and tries to move away from the instrument pulling it from the uterus. All of the things you would do if you were alive and currently undergoing that kind of pressure, stress, and pain. </span></blockquote><br />
<span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"> </span><br />
<span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">Just because the baby may not feel or remember it, it gives you no more right to dispose of what you consider to be a mistake. Likewise, whether a person can feel the pain or not, killing a person who has CIP and Alzheimer's is still murder. Life (growing, adapting, storing energy, capable of reproduction, made up of cells, responds to the environment ) begins at conception. They ARE human ( capable of language, and higher learning and thinking, has a pair of 23 chromosomes etc). </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">Murder is illegal. Abortion is murdering a child, so it should be illegal as well. Abortion shouldn't be a birth control! You have the choice to be a parent, and you made that choice when you had sex. You do not, however, have the choice to kill what is already made. Give this baby a chance to live and the choice to do whatever he or she wishes to do with its body/life. </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;">Adoption is a lovely choice. </span><br />
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Last night I dreamt that I changed my status to saying something about you. The whole school ( we were in high school in my dream), was raving about it. Like "awwww u still care" lol I woke up HAPPY b/c I didnt actually do that. Do you know how much that would ruin me ? lol B/c I dont feel that way about you. You bug me. I cant explain it but you really do. I know it's because you care, and I know it's because you dont know how else to be....but darn it lol I dont know what in the world to do with you. . You're just gonna be one of those people that doesnt leave my life and i'm fine with that. Sorry i'm being vague, to whomever (probably no one) is reading this. You're mad cool dude...but super annoying<br />
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"<i>I keep on running and nothing works, I cant get away from you. I keep on ducking... you nothing else, I cant stop missing you. </i>" The last part isnt really true lol but I love "Erase Me" by Kid Cudi <br />
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[This is apart of a series of <a href="http://irambleomg.blogspot.com/2010/06/letters-to-you.html">LETTERS<span style="color: black;"> ]</span></a>iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-70753387497509078272010-07-15T11:02:00.001-04:002010-07-15T11:03:20.136-04:00Someone you wish you could beTo me, this cant be a letter. I dont wish I was a certain person, but rather, that I had certain attributes. I guess, then, I wouldnt be the Robyn everyone knows and "loves". Anyway<br />
I wish I were more kind and considerate.<br />
I wish I didnt LOVE being alone so much. When you dont prefer the company of other people, they think you're ignoring them or that you dont like them. Giving, although I do it a lot, would come easier if I wasn't selfish at times. I'm good at like... a lot of things. I know a good amount of information to hold a conversation about anything ( but spike lee joints), but I don't know enough of one thing to be an expert in it ( I don't think). I wanna improve that. I wish I liked talking on the phone like every other female, but I just dont. I keep thinking about other things I could be doing with my time. I wish it didnt take so long for me to get into a routine, as a matter of fact !! I wish I committed to things . grrrr<br />
im complicated<br />
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[This is apart of a series of <a href="http://irambleomg.blogspot.com/2010/06/letters-to-you.html">LETTERS<span style="color: black;"> ]</span></a>iRamblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02791854030950101048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5982012153086800183.post-87202972172897154842010-07-14T23:33:00.001-04:002010-07-15T11:03:08.066-04:00Someone from your childhoodDear Heather,<br />
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You have a twin, and I cant remember her name but I know that my sister and I grew up with you. You lived two houses down from my grandmother and you had the most exciting house. It was the first time I had seen wall to wall hard wood floors. I cant remember if it was you or your sister, but one of you taught me about dragon fly's. We ran sooo fast from them lol We have exactly one picture together. Two pairs of sisters....<br />
it's so amazing how friendship knows no color when you're young. Not that it does now, at least not to me. But when you're older, everything gets so complicated. You two ended up moving after a while. I never got even know your last name. I will say, though, that you guys were really great friends.<br />
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